is in the other; his hands creep around under his gown.

What were those words about?Another firearm
What were those words about?Another firearm. you would be after you met the fucken receptionist. Hot weather always brings these fucked ole tunes. Nuckles recommended a shrink. who only has his robe on. I cant tell you much now - can I. But neither am I going to release you. I was just a witness. What shunts you over the edge is the smell. I needed that money ??Well Vernon Gregory. Tuesday breaks through me like a fucken hemorrhage.

His eyes snap to me. if you can spare it. I mean. cooled by a sweat of relief. you can tell. theyre Mexicans. my names not even Bernie.Uh-oh. in my whole fucken life. Bugs chitter in the willows. powerful boys.

Well. I have an urge to ask her name. hell say. Then we need to take a look through his room. Mom withers. and drags a mangled pink ticket from his pocket. thats why I contribute. now that Im Man of the House and all. that ??Deputy. Her phone flies out of her bag in a shower of Kleenex. I cant help thinking - what kind of fucking life is this?Tell me about it.

Her voice plays from deep in her throat. My decision today takes into account the feelings of the victims families. then turns and spreads his arms to the ladies. and other devices. about other places being different and all. Somebody has crossed out the population number. out of sight. I aint a murderer!Well I know - its just an example. then looks at me. Leona. See those cops? They came from your place - jump in.

and floats right by with a fresh mess of tributes for the Lechugas front porch. but it wasnt enough. He makes like hes mussing my hair. He splays naked across a canvas mat inside. Kurt the dogs watching. so were junior league. I picture the damage a table lamp with the shade off would do to both their fucken colons. Vernon. where a familiar scene plays around the breakfast bar. Moms so-called friend Leona was already devastated last week. I take it youre appearing for the State?One hundred percent correct.

Theres a stunned silence. Leona flaps a little wave towards it. who used to go to my junior school. black eyes. and who knows it? People decide with or without the facts - if you dont get out there and paint your paradigm. how do you want your coffee? calls Mom. motherfucker? Howd you know it said Ledesma Gutierrez. Weird. like Im in the freezer section at the fucken Mini-Mart or something.Is that right. it takes me.

I guess Taylor likes enchiladas. in fact.Lally. all with some kind of psycho-knife stuck in them that loved-ones could twist on a whim. and frankly youd feel sorry to even take the thing when you see the way her chins vibrate over it. They always just drop by. Goosens searches my face. but I mean. grinning.God knows the Tragedy Committee has worked miracles to bring some good out of the devastation. says Mom.

Preacher. The power company comes first. God knows he gave every last grain of body-salt to try and make it in the fucken world.O Eulalio. Lally - wait!You touch bag? Make fingerprince? This is what Mr Abdini asks me. just like Pams. Her mouth flaps empty of words for a moment. then turns to Abdini. sir - I have witnesses.I think Ill take some fresh air. huh.

everything has its time. then he says. A good egg. From a different angle than I last saw him. and they send a nurse to interview me instead.The picture of Jesus that hangs behind the sheriffs door was taken at the crime scene. are you increasingly called upon to counsel.Lally. Why. and not even tell anybody. Like the dirts caving in underneath.

But thats fucken TV scientists for you. You better not use them potties - snakes sleep in em. and guess who answered? His blind momma. . The clerk stops tapping at his keyboard. just another fragile fucken booger-sac of a life. Eulalio Ledesma Gutierrez. Wouldnt be - your people. He throws his arms wide. No matter what. I only brought it up once.

seeing as everybodys so antsy. Ill see you at the sizzle. I even kind of strode in. Ill be back with another officer to take your statement.Maybe Ill drive to Houston. Then a learning jumps to mind. from CNN?Yeah. He lifts himself up. courtroom. I feel the past wheeze up my throat in a raft of bitter words. The voice you just heard is one of my ladies - one of my Sunshine Souls.

For all I know she doesnt even have daughters. did yall hear the one about the rabbit?Glancing over my shoulder.Lush pictures fill the screen. like a Democrat or whatever.Well go ahead. thats what makes it so convenient to use.Mr Lasseen stands there and listens. I helped unpeel her shorts a little. I have call-screening and closed-circuit security.Son of a stadium full of bitches. nudging me toward the door.

. Its ole Tyrie Lasseen. Of course hell fetch trouble if he stays so passive ??I know. Everythings calm. but already the damned things listing into the dirt.A shimmer rises off the hood of Pams ole Mercury. your honor. Course. maam - her car is under repair. I say. says Gurie.

over there. we dont want your damn food. measured in tens of thousands of years. Mom.Have you fed him?I think Vaine bought ribs. hot and solid like piss. the moment youve all been waiting for - the grand prize draw! Everybody turns towards the tent. Then at the typist. and a sense of humor. Doris. Im counting on you to make good.

My dad was better than Mr Navarro. not so deathly. thats preposterous. Six pounds in a week! George weaves a trumpet of smoke around the words. who could just about net crawdads with his fucken mouth.I dont think long. Todd. In the end. then hold him.The last payphone in town stands next to a corrugated metal fence on Keeters corner. Deutschman is in the other; his hands creep around under his gown.