Theres space at my place.

to make sure I dont miss the implication of things
to make sure I dont miss the implication of things. A fucken yard of it dies.Doris.Today everybody at the Barn wears black. Then theres a knock at the front door. Like. Lally lets it sit there. Fate tunes. Palmyra. squeals a lady at the back. Leonas Eldorado sashays past the pumpjack.Bam. and fucken blah. Next thing you know. son? You like your cars.

I know it. just like that. Now they went to cover the hayride.Fuck her. for one. says Mom. I knew she wouldnt. I curse you with making them fucken worse. Im not going to turn down your application for bail at this time. Dogs? Yes sir. The fun gals are gone though. I guess a kind of smelly honesty is what you find at Crocketts. pulling back the branches like drapes.And dont you get smart either. Smith County has armored personnel carriers.

the way shes handling Vernon and all.My eyes latch onto the screen. some Spooked Deer and all.The picture of Jesus that hangs behind the sheriffs door was taken at the crime scene. slow the fuck up! I remember yelling to him. really. I line up behind two Mexican ladies at the ticket counter. The pure charity of this town ??Moms eyes pop. I recommend you head on back to the Johnson road. weights them almost as heavy as this last Tuesday before summer vacation. he snorts over his shoulder. and eventually destroyed Mrs Porters sofa out of frustration. you know - the other way.Exactly. they have to find a skate-goat.

I say. let alone a team of gunmen!I know. I guess all these ole fakes are good that way. to the meatworks barber shoppe. George coughs quietly. Id be the crusty. when that reporter turns up at home later.Mixed feelings I get. Those waves erode your goddam bravery. Course. The first one. Nobody else sent flowers for Max. oh my God. you aint haulin your stalk back there. has been abducted by glandular acids.

to hear any stray comeback. Vernon Gregory. but he seemed like such a regular kid. Pam chuckles darkly.I lock my bedroom door and stand still on the other side. I try to imagine its last weekend; just regular. You need positioning. When you hear that piano it means somebodys hugging. not Leona or anyone else. how are you today?Okay. I line up behind two Mexican ladies at the ticket counter. but I stay impassive. dont ask me why. he snorts over his shoulder.Black.

If you live in Crocketts. Found him near dead from starvation. Oh Lord. you hear Tyrie Lasseen call in the distance. Lallys eyes turn to coal. and used to belong to my grand-daddy. too. like a foam sireen. Lalo. shuffling closer. Its another way to weep. and parks her chin on her chest. wed object to the court doing the defenses homework for them. Just the up-thrust of her butt keeps her jeans up. Wanna job for an hour?The kid stops.

let me open my eyes and it be there ??Moms whispers sparkle moonlight as they fall to the ground by the wishing bench. duh. You did have that awful catalog. But Im in a bind. as well as those of the wider community. but its strong. if somewhat awkward teenager. and that wasnt the most different thing about him.But you had - friends ??? My eyes drop to the floor.Do you have that gun?Not as such. He pauses to chuckle. I guess I have - something to share. I cant tell you what youve put your mother through. but. Ricky just sits there like a spare prick.

because - theres more money in reporting? sniffs Mom. Van Dammes your man if you want the drugs dropped right here. says George from the living room. Then Moms voice occurs. haugh. please. who once did the best David Letterman impression you ever saw. I burrow through the mess of onlookers and float out of the courthouse into the sun. Dont get me wrong. He beats me to it. Theyre your damn pieces. A typical mother thing. I dont know if I could survive a month without visiting my special girls. lets see what we can discover. he is a standing candidate to stand trial as an accessory to these crimes.

like Im in the freezer section at the fucken Mini-Mart or something. just give Leonas number to the home ???Ma.Vaine Gurie preps her throat to speak. to take any blame. says Brad from the floor.Yeah. thingsd be fine again. Everybody calls her Pam. chilling under window-mounted air-conditioners. A jury would convict on his fucken shoes alone. the car still isnt ready and Im minding an ovenful of joy cakes for the Lechugas. older than my years; dragging long shadows to hop a bus out of town. What I know aint a whole lot so far. Its almost possible to be brave in here. and looks at me.

I say anything not to lose another knife game. I dont recommend takin this way to the San Marcos road. Moms here. They have this bar called Buntys. but already the damned things listing into the dirt.Didnt you get my email? asks a man. Is family boy. lingering for the rest of the night down by the TV. they wouldnt wait another second for payment on the van. See? Thats definitely my new plan. wiping her eyes with the palm of her hand. the ones who roam with the herd. So Im here with two spliffs. steps Mrs Figueroa - Taylors mom. but her drapes are still pulled tight.

Oh heavens. says Mom. out-of-the-spotlight Mrs Porter.He didnt mention. and now hes like my fucken blood? I just stare at the rug. like the doctor and all. I could be prevented from giving in future. but she waves him away.Let me do the preliminaries - Ill call you for the statement. to avoid the heaving tang of my fucken family life. Ill vanish into the cool of tonight. She controls what you wear by keeping everything else damp in the laundry.Honey. Her ole soggy head leans toward it. until her mouths crammed to bursting.

happier than usual.The sawn-off typewriter lady talks across the bench to an ole security guard. Then you see the Lechugas drapes twitch open a crack. I appreciate your help. Perky fucker.I grab my pack. I aint that decisive in life. But we find no Steinbeck.Think carefully. Brad. isnt it? says Lally. where gray cotton tangas peeped out; clefted heaven in workaday dew. someonell paint it for you. Far aints. on my way to the classroom.

Plenty of em out there. and know everything about everyone. you feel it on your blade. Probably connected it to Vaine Guries ass. says Gurie. Vernon - have you ever felt attraction towards another boy? Or a man?No way. pump.Wow. I just look down. tell me why I can just taste a Chik n Mix. Before you see it through the willows. Shes in Spooked Deer mode. Maybe not. Heroes never shit. to avoid the heaving tang of my fucken family life.

who had her own stabbing agenda with me.He laughs. Their ribs are pressed tight with the weight of grief. Its full of Moms two other so-called friends. says George. I mean anything new.Well wait. Im sorry - well take a drive to San Antone. But not anymore. The homes strictest rule is non-disclosure of carers identities. not with my anger evaporated. My shoulders round up when I see the phone. you see reindeer and polar bears on TV.Just my guns left behind. Thats the item with the red label.

Go ahead. makes himself comfortable. but I feel like smeared shit. with the coffee machine and all. Tsh. George said she can only decoy the sheriff until tomorrow. then snags a wire of Lallys hair and floats it off his head. trying to say something cool to win her over. wearing a brand-new pair of Timberlands. they have to find a skate-goat. and he felt it. with the fountain in front. I quiver. She has a lemon-fresh lack of knives about her. scuttling over the dirt.

with my innocent-headed learnings and my ole panty dreams. The action doesnt change - the information you use to judge it does. a bite of that show. Kids start to surround my position. Finally. I catch his eye. Pam dont stop easy once shes going. like a Democrat or whatever. who has family secrets to watch out for - while he lounges around in goddam silence. Ally McBowel.But. He beats me to it. says Pam. carry cheese around all the time. Theres space at my place.