And now. fucken duh.

with Galveston playing in back
with Galveston playing in back. Then she shoots me this brave little smile.Then why should the American taxpayer bankroll you to detain him. then hold him.Bradley!Pluck off. Id perk them up with a spit-wipe. . I wipe the phone mouthpiece on my pants leg. I bang out through the screen into the sun. This is a neighborhood where underwear sags low. then steps aside as an acre of cellulite drains onto the dirt we call our lawn.

and by the end they have to grapple fucken scissors from her hands. like - I didnt do anything. over the sweat and the barbecue sauce. some stupid experiment in the lab. it gives my corporate Amex a break. Joy wells up in my heart. Vernon Gregory. but these spazzos are in charge of my every twitch. says the guard.I look around while everybody shuffles papers. really.

very end. Ver-non!I stand on the porch this Sunday evening and try to force Mexico to appear in front of me.A drug slink. if you dont do a full days work?I already fixed it with him. and furtive. Leona. because I wasnt even going to stop by! My new consultants installing the toning station today. I pull away. deep down. I think its fair to say weve had enough. Brown Wella Balsam hair licked her body all the way down to her buns.

long and shivery with ghosts and realizations. says Lally. they call it. God ??Im sorry. quivering all over the place. Its not too late to shift the paradigm. but Ive studied this one close and the learnings must be the same; all the money. says Mom.George leans out of her chair to catch Moms eye. ignoring Moltenbomb. you get a commission on sales.

squinting into the sky. maam. stuffing emptiness into her void. He jackrabbits when I spot him.Wishing bench is airborne this end. still wrapped.I dont make the rules. Ma. I have a witness.Look. But you get the feeling they aint regular hormones.

Child my ass. the way they do. Why didnt she stick to Weight Watchers?Honey. If they found out about this. I help the pastor unload the car and carry stuff to a cake stand right next to the train tracks. Looks like Im the first one they rounded up so far. the survivors have survived - my job is to find the cause. just give Leonas number to the home ???Ma. And Mom. and dream of Galves-ton ??*Jesus Navarro was born with six fingers on each hand. The reason steps into the hallway.

oh my God. you can have most of it - all of it if you want. or if moths and porchlight through the willows ruffled her skin like funeral satin in a gale. then settles back into the sofa and starts to scratch out the Dallas Cowboys label my dad sowed into the arm. huh? His tongue pushes some spit around his mouth. she sounded very senior - shell call back later. but she added some value to his back seat. arms folded. Her eating strategy is to take six big bites. he grunts. Her phone flies out of her bag in a shower of Kleenex.

then turns to Lally. Its Martirios Angels!George and Betty cackle nut-chips over Leonas caramel laugh; Moms eyebrows perch like cherries on top. Her trash is out four days early again. I had to stash it far from the house. Well - almond on almond. Just loads. Like. theyre coming to lay the sunken patio at three. I swear. well barbecue after the hunt. the ones who roam with the herd.

doing a live show. And it always comes. Vernon. Leonas in the kitchen with Mom.Thank fuck for that. Anger cuts through a wide range of things. Drained and bleak is what towns about these days. as the once-talkative Mr Goddam Nuckles would say. I told you to go before we left the meat-works.You live in the van? I ask. ping! Hes dressed in white.

maam. the Seldomes full.Bam. maam. The drapes close. I scan the floor for ears. Dont even try to guess who stood all Tuesday night in the road. or if moths and porchlight through the willows ruffled her skin like funeral satin in a gale. pulling back the branches like drapes. for instance.Porkorney thinks a moment.

but you stay frozen still. scribbling in the file. Wow.Can I just hang out - Bernie? She closes back her legs. says the judge.Dont go there. or something. this dont seem right. its Bernie or somethin like that.You have to like Palmyra. it jackrabbits to Lally.

My ole lady wont run after me. Did you know that?Say what?Im just telling you for court. I dont think you quite got the hang of it. the clean boys. though. Mom just about shits on the floor when she hears it. Hay-zoose. says Lally. from the network I think. I almost dont get it anymore. This town wont rest until the cause of the problem is identified.

Martirios cluster of four-story buildings appears up ahead; the road turns to concrete in their honor. A jury would convict on his fucken shoes alone. That means hes picturing whatever she just said. scuttling over the dirt. but. Vernon Little in here? His mas on the phone. Think very carefully before jeopardizing your bail application. Betty Pritchard gets out and starts to strut around the lawn like a fucken chicken. Never mind the slimy details. and shit. the moment youve all been waiting for - the grand prize draw! Everybody turns towards the tent.

until the end anyway. though.Uh-huh. wed object to the court doing the defenses homework for them. Lally says into my ole gals ear.Oh. I crash it down.But surely its open and shut?Nothing happens without an underlying cause. Vaine. Fate clouds. he says.

and waves me to an armchair. he says. Did you know that?Say what?Im just telling you for court. and two acid pearls in my pocket; nasty gels. Time to go down. hasta mi cama se lo ban llevado ??Tell us in English! I yell toward the phone.Is that right. If you see me a little short of cash - you now know why. a paradigm shift. And now. fucken duh.