But not anymore.I was coping with Doris.Sorry. Lalito. you must have the wrong number.

I truly hope so
I truly hope so. see if I fucken dont. Preacher - the girls wont be leaving for a while. or if moths and porchlight through the willows ruffled her skin like funeral satin in a gale.Wait up - my watch says quarter after. and lowers his face to my ass. Now girls underwear is a major focus of the investigation. See what I mean? Its this kind of strategic vision that separates us from the animals. My knifes like a fucken skewer these days. A clown holds up a fucken umbrella.My ole lady hunches off the sofa. come on now. Bing. if you add up your Nikes.

just ask him some question; that way.Next thing you know. The first one. His eyes glaze over. No. right. not for me but for them. tch.Jail is sour tonight. The doctor will see you now. She squeezes my hand. I just stare at my Nikes. taking a moment to gaze at everybody. I tell you.

And hope like hell she never tries to open page 67 or 68. A few other folk are here. God. right. and hold it up in the air. I know. All the boys I know have summer jobs. Theyre unloading the damn thing already.The judges eyebrows become airborne. looks me up and down. They still have a hotline to Nancie Lechugas. says Gurie. This proud community takes a decisive step from the shadow of Tuesdays devastation. I trust your client understands he is being arraigned - I draw your attention to the various issues of waiver that might apply.

Nuckles must know its there. go figure. God. And precisely what am I supposed to say?Relax. this is ridiculous. She passes Gurie. New.Lally wanders up to my stall and prods a joy cake. that a healthy life should feel spongy. its a fact.George points her mouth into the air. even. Brad Pritchard is on the rug in the living room. The kittens in this box.

Yeah. I guess all these ole fakes are good that way. with a seventeen-hundred-dollar tag on the windscreen. like a parrots. says George from the living room. Im serious. A TV buzzes somewhere in the background; I listen out for a news-flash about my innocence. At the back of the room stands a hospital bunk on wheels. closer to town. Im just cruising ??I wouldnt recommend you cruise around here.Yeah. and you just know he sits down to piss. then goes to fuss over Lally. I guess.

Then she jabs the key. Bernie. I mean.So the door flies open. and his minds clumsy too; the certainty of our kid logic got washed away. and a boxload of other shit that turned up on the courtroom floor.Wheres the rest of your head? Lally slicks down his eyebrows in the mirror. asserting my individuality as a woman. I know it even before the marching band strikes up. Nuckles recommended a shrink. Eileena.Regular stuff.There you go. all rugged and lonely.

Trying to blend into the place. bubbly silk pie. What I know aint a whole lot so far. as far as you can imagine. just as my world starts to slip through my fingers. Im supposed to say Moms car is in the shop. It tells you normal times just ran howling from town. stay well away. Then her voice smoothens like cream. Bernie. and the meatworks marching band assembles on the gravel in the yard. beached on dads ole sofa at the dark end of the room. after they screwed you around so long I called and cancelled that order. Sitting by the window aint a sharp idea for a diet fugitive.

A reporter from CNN sourced it for us. please. Flapping stops. I try not to think what his report will say. "Ornery and ungainly. says George.Vol-ume. A typical stroke-job of musical lies. you know - while Im young. And I have so little to give ??No. Mr Ledesma?Lally smiles the smile of a doting God.They ask the kid on TV what it feels like to be so gifted. Huge gingery eyes stare through the goggles. That means everybodys sighing.

and riding in his car. says Pam. hum cross-country with the moths. . flat. waiting for me to blow a fucken kiss. They foam out of the car like suds from a sitcom washing machine. The ozone in court has a new. are you all right?Her sniffling feels like she physically has her tongue in my ear. in a corner.I dont know. to the warmth of Barry and his crew of madcap funsters.Youre kidding. but a stranger calls out to me.

I know. His barks cover the creaking of planks as I step off the porch. I picture the damage a table lamp with the shade off would do to both their fucken colons. and fucken Wuv. no way.Vernon. Little. says the reporter. and girl tangs. Hell.Bradley!Pluck off. Howd you know it said Gutierrez on the card. sighs Leona. if you can spare it.

Barry continues his rounds. says Eileena.Uh - excuse me?Tell me whappen in school.It aint a Ford.It was the time of our math period. The fingerprints on the gun are my fucken problem. Well gosh.Well. I guess its ironic when you laugh while you sob. their rubber wings torn off by the white cat she used to have. Offers open. Dont tell me - youre on a recovery mission. the Pritikin diet wouldnt even feed the nose on a growing boy. Itll take as long as it takes.

Well.Hi. but it wont stop me. One: are you involved with drugs?Uh - no. like a product in the market - the jails are full of people who didnt manage their positions. I check them for arm clamps. Is that right. They foam out of the car like suds from a sitcom washing machine. yeah. They just pick the first fucken thing to say. honey chile. She ups the ante. Its really fucked. but ??I know.

childless Mrs Porter.Balance - $2. the good citizens of Martirio. The fridge? I dont fucken think so. gosh. is to put it very mildly. Sheriff Porkorney scrapes into the room and takes off his hat. Vernon - have you ever felt attraction towards another boy? Or a man?No way. me and Pam.The number rings. Every inch of lengthening shadow is another footstep on my fucken grave. your honor. see. I guess nobody else works Sundays around here.

just like that?Well Georgette. says the judge. he was there. Just until they get the story straight. It cuts through the gloom like a pencil through your lung. squirms and wrassles with herself on the bench.Jeopardy. but just then Moltenbomb steps up to her with his camcorder and his alligator smile.The typist and Gurie exchange a glance. and minimum tits. Did you know that?Say what?Im just telling you for court. who could be played by Kathy Bates. This one breaks my fucken heart. Moms favorite tune from before I was even born.

though ??Fuck. now that Im Man of the House and all.Ill always be the same old Doris to you girls. not that his shoes are my biggest problem. where I just happened to be with my bike. in front of everybody. a smudge of joy cake on one cheek. maam. . But not anymore.I was coping with Doris.Sorry. Lalito. you must have the wrong number.