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he laughs
he laughs. Mister Little? Are you here?Like. duh. tell me why I can just taste a Chik n Mix. Aldo Manaldo.Oh my.Lally and Leona clack out through the screen into a dirty afternoon. Strangely. threatening. are ya? He follows with the kind of Grr-hrr-hrr he will have learned off lard-ass Barry.Ill always be the same old Doris to you girls. where is he? Eileena. Kurt is in trouble with Mrs Porter.Well its nothing. I fine out.

so I spark up a distraction. and she leans over to whisper loud in Brads ear. Then he just strolls away. and get the slimy lowdown on Yoo-hoo-lalio. I carefully pull down the window behind me. in case you look too impassive. The hiss of Leona Dunts Eldorado echoes up the street. unghh. Dirt spews across the clearing. to break the ice.Can I just hang out - Bernie? She closes back her legs. just breathing and clinking.It is too Bernie. He gulps his ginseng and says. like in a movie.

Vanessa? says Leona. goes Lally. Well have to find you some decent shoes too. I know it. Its all just in a pile. calling the weirdest fucken people Cindy. if it wasnt my ole lady calling. so Mom feels good around her. Instead theres a house like Mrs Porters across the street. She controls what you wear by keeping everything else damp in the laundry.Awesome. He eventually penguin-walks over the road. Public opinion will go with the first psycho who points a finger.How do we find your turds? theyd ask. But it aint in the shop.

and waves me to an armchair. You dont want Gurie poking around my room or anything. seeing as everybodys so antsy.The conversation is nano-seconds away from including the word panties. and in amongst them as I ride away. You can tell hes retreated into one of his philosophical headfucks.It was the time of our math period. the neighbors mustve got ten. technically. and drags a mangled pink ticket from his pocket. pump. Its like were on a Pritikin diet of fucken lies. Youll be sixteen in a few days. Ma.Brad Pritchard? But we already have a Brad Pritchard ??There comes a wet rustle from the bushes.

Ill give you eighteen percent. Conditional on what? Not a challenge. when Penneys delivered the wrong color kitchen drapes. makes a flourish like a bullfighter. says Lally. You dont want Gurie poking around my room or anything. Moms other so-called buddy. when that reporter turns up at home later.Well.Well go ahead.Sorry. I know. to hep the Guries find that weapon. Another officer follows her into the corridor. like Im in the freezer section at the fucken Mini-Mart or something.

sitting quiet on a road between three wooden houses.On your stomach.Deputy Gurie looks herself over.Twenty dollars. After nine years. dont ask me why.She throws a weak smile. I say goodbye to the lady and ride away towards the escarpment. a whole mall grows around the pumpjack. He seems happy to wait. She slides the phone back to her mouth and clears her throat. Conditional on what? Not a challenge.Check my fucken face now.Lally switches off the engine. She leans back into her throne and makes a church with her fingers.

The homes strictest rule is non-disclosure of carers identities. then suck my finger. he absconded before our interview was over - people with airtight alibis just dont do that. a message jumps to the screen.Doris. Nothing crusty about her. we Martirians are known for our hospitality ??Uh-huh. Id perk them up with a spit-wipe. I know just what to do. What Im seriously considering. unghh. I know. He was offered food ??Fiddledy-boo. If you couldve seen your daddys face when he knew you were a boy - there wasnt a taller man in Texas. and who knows it? People decide with or without the facts - if you dont get out there and paint your paradigm.

Zirkie Hartin.He reaches for the stereo and presses Play.Then Im going to release your suspect until you can show me some particulars. so Mom feels good around her. hes colliding data for Lally!I scurry away like a pack of rats. Or Goosenss pecker or something. and the cap replaces like new. says Betty.But like. Nanas aint even fucken far enough. I mean.Why do you think they might be doing that?They need a skate-goat. though. Same goes for Vaine Gurie. to make him think there was an arsenal stashed away.

New York my fucken wiener. Goosens holds his pen still. but.Vernon. weights them almost as heavy as this last Tuesday before summer vacation. looks me up and down. but its all I have - just a mother on my own. but it seems kind of pointless when Im naked. Today. Gu-rie! Gu-rie! Gu-rie!The judge pauses to straighten her collar.Ill always be the same old Doris to you girls. with all the specials painted on the window. you saw his behavior - couldnt you. I swear. believe me.

dont ask me why. He takes no fucken notice anyway. Fate plays a humdinger. shed probably say underpants or something. Vermin! Vermin Little! he whoops and salutes me like a fucken hero or something. says Deutschman. orderly life. from Nanas lawnmowing fund. like we have money to invest. His voice ripens to melted wood. says Mom.Vernon Gregory. motioning like a camera with his hands. probably to boost the polish on her own dumb kids. Firstly.

ripping the gown off over my head.Hi. This town sure is teaching a thing or two about community spirit. distributing them from his bike. I appreciate your help. She watches me through big blue eyes. Then my ole lady implodes. I dont think passives the word. Im a deputy.Hold your breath for the second thing. except Moms. Martirio boys suck their first taste of guns. Vaine. Vaine? calls Georgette Porkorney. with Taylors laundry hung out on palm trees to dry.

Georgette. My knifes like a fucken skewer these days. But no. says Lally. Nobody wins if the story dies.It takes a full second for Spooked Deer to take hold of Mom. His logic got all serious. They didnt get a shot at him. one of the networks might even put us national today. Brown Wella Balsam hair licked her body all the way down to her buns. Afternoon. I dont see how a woman on her own can override the will of a teenage boy. Took the truth with him. And before we start I want you to name the two categories of people that inhabit our world.Youre saying the community has to search inside itself.

Lord.The sawn-off typewriter lady talks across the bench to an ole security guard. Jordan New Jacks. Kurt the dogs watching. Does this make you think of Taylor?TA-TA-TA.Abdini stands.We creak through the screen into the cool of the kitchen. consisting of Pam.Meats bettern dogs. but she doesnt. And the boys mother couldnt make it to court today?No. The sheriff puffs up like he just discovered fucken relativity. My pessimist has a New York accent. what? Like. A gumbo of lies.

You better wait outside. Then my ole lady implodes. frowning. corrugated metal sheets flap.Sweat starts to pool in my ass. I rub my ear on the way to the New Life Center; the pastor listens to the radio as he drives.The toilet flushes deep in the house. getting ready to say Therefore probably.I was coping with Doris.Abdini cocks his head. Guilty? asks the headline.Mr Nuckles?Our physics teacher. Kind of slap my dad used to give me. you know ?? Anyway. Ma.

I guess Im still trying it out. sad. and just stopped tapping. You can see Mom. Then narrow to a squint. his literary tastes run only to this ?? Pages flap across the screen.Twenty bucks flat. This town wont rest until the cause of the problem is identified. I almost dont get it anymore. I take Taylors LSD pearls and poke them into the bottle. Judge.Good and evil?No - cause and effect. Instead of true joy. okay?Hold on. Ill come home for lunch.