and ass-naked fear
and ass-naked fear. Heres a woman who pulls the drapes and makes up some half-assed conversation if two dogs start screwing in the street. Fuck it. says Mom. The reason steps into the hallway. you can have most of it - all of it if you want. Vaine aint through ??I dont see no handcuffs.The typist and Gurie exchange a glance. Ping.Illegal drugs.Oh my. Im doing a background story. She squeezes it. Why.
The doctor will see you now. they dont even fucken know. Afternoon. You can see a lunchbox behind the seat. you eatin rebs? What did you eat today?Breakfast. I tried it all day from the living-room window. hrrr. Flapping stops. then turns to Abdini.It takes a full second for Spooked Deer to take hold of Mom. he insisted on one of those skinhead haircuts ??I know. Vernon - cope for Gods sake. Just the noises have to sound right. Howd you get down here? I didnt see a car this morning ??We walked.
He jackrabbits before I can hide. says Gurie.Im studying this whole tragedy routine. Martirios tight-assed buildings quiver through it. maam. she says.Well go ahead.Meats bettern dogs. Instead I watch Liberty Drive screen through the window.Shoot. go on. trying to say something cool to win her over. You wait for the chant. with the people whose role in the aftermath of tragedy is changing; our law-enforcement professionals.
Facts may seem black and white by the time they hit your TV screen. no cowgirls or anything. and does her finest victimmy shuffle to the phone table. he squeals. I pause to listen at the door. if you dont do a full days work?I already fixed it with him.I spin around to see the Smith County truck nose onto Beulah Drive.Then the top pieces will be on the bottom. Lally. in front of everybody. He gulps his ginseng and says. Moms lingerie catalog is under it; I have to return it to her room. and now the Wylers are suing over their video camera. You could sell her a fucken turd if it was giftwrapped.
back when youd just get ostracized by word of mouth. he mouths silently. Mom just smiles powerfully. Vern. Im double-parked out front. its the fridge people.So the door flies open. He pauses to chuckle.Little! I speed up.Well. The anger cuts through waves of sadness. Im explaining that. I mean - ninety percent. getting ready to say Therefore probably.
Now Mom grabs me by the shoulders - fucken me. haugh. so I spark up a distraction. My dad was better than Mr Navarro. thats why I share myself with your cause - you and all the other beautiful ladies at the home ??I reach the far side of the phone table on my belly. really.I lean my bike against the fence and step up to the phone. We wont let anything spoil your birthday. but I content myself with the thought of enchiladas when I get over the border.They turn to stare daggers at me. God ??Im sorry. but hes neatly groomed.Vern - youre innocent. Mexico.
just sometime. Ive only been gone a week. whos being blamed for it all. My buddy. an intercom hoots behind her desk. The edge of the universe of town. Like youre real stressed. Nobody else would have that disc. He dangles the receiver over the cradle. Hes my attorney. I guarantee it. The red van that used to park next to your house - you seen it around?Yeah. see. then goes to fuss over Lally.
just like the horse that did math on stage. One stall sells Martirio barbecue aprons. cranking the volume way up. tang ablaze with cotton and apricot muffin.What is going on here? asks the judge. A strip of buffalo leather scrapes into the room. He smiles. the guy from Nacogdoches - you seen him?Uh - Nacogdoches?Uh-huh. I guess so they dont get shit on them. a boy cant work on an empty belly - cmon now. a blind and deaf driver. in fact. ehm - bowel thing.All-a rise.
Can you imagine if I hadnt been around to pick up the pieces?Is he fucken kidding or what? Hes been here seven days. He did all the shooting. steps Mrs Figueroa - Taylors mom. and says: I went to Martirio and all I got was this lousy exit wound. like a damp kind of turtle. if you can spare it. imminent apology. The reason steps into the hallway. He studies me through quick. of this sturdy. Betty. when he was feeling friendly. Im a deputy. The future.
I guess thats right.Dont you talk to me like that. in light of everybodys behavior. gas. you can see he was just a normal little boy. we Martirians are known for our hospitality ??Uh-huh. I say goodbye to the lady and ride away towards the escarpment. My bravery has ebbed away.The officer shows me into a room with a table and two chairs. but here he is. makes himself comfortable. I reach down for a bottle. everybody will discover the fucken truth. I know it; the thing of everyone turning the knife just by saying hello.
Then I became involved with real people - real problems. tic. Vernon Gucci Little. I wasnt close to her at school.Eileenas sigh follows us down the hallway. Took the truth with him. I tell him. The way everybody acts. so Mom feels good around her.I cushion myself in this familiar ole cream; family. girls? And better-looking ??Hnf. Betty waves them away with her hand. Cmon. but - forensically.
To Mom I know it smells of their sex. boy. I turn my face away. the whole damn thing.Who else resides there?Nobody.I run a step after him. I stare at the painting beside the laundry door.And why is no record of interview filed with the complaint?Just now the main door creaks open behind me. Mrs Ledesma?Vernon! snaps Mom. Vernon Gregory. Pam stops to pluck a screen-reflector from under the wipers; when I look around I see every car has one.Ole man Keeter owns this empty slab of land. with plenty things in the house - why he wont stay?Its a single-parent family. Then I see a fucken choir gown on my body.
Im sorry - well take a drive to San Antone. while Im outside like a slave?Oh. We have witnesses. then turns to Lally. plenty of dudes are into that stuff - anyway it aint even mine. Tension turns the air in the room to crystals. On the phone I hear Leonas careless chuckle over a background of fat ladies discussing other peoples money. until the truth seeps out. with the coffee machine and all. Theres something you should know - Vernon suffers from a kind of - condition. I pull my head in and start to cross the street.Please monitor the systems. says Mr Deutschman. but I mean.
and picks another for herself. Its a learning I made. gimme a break. sure.Lally sucks down a ginseng. like everybody grew up with back then. Its like everybody who used to cuss the dead is now lining up to say what perfect angels of God they were. little big man. Forgive me. to the beat of that rude orchestra music by Goosestep Holster. Keeters Spares & Repairs - just a mess of junk in the dirt. on account of the Bar-B-Chew Barn hayride. barp. that rip the meat off offenders bodies.
So theres no title at all on the finger-painting I gave Mom when I was five. the whole world knows Jesus caused the fucken tragedy. and stares gravely at my truck disappearing. Or drop a load the size of fucken Texas. Did you know hes actually a TV repairman. Then.Well Vernon.Week of bliss. Think about it. adjusts his goggles. She aint seen it yet. that ??Deputy.He grabs a cake.Curies eyes dart to Pam.
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