outside my window. I still wait for it though. shes gone.

before collapsing on the floor
before collapsing on the floor. burritos. maybe. Even Barry Gurie knows its all over. probably smoke a lonely cigarette in their cells during lunch breaks from court. me and my girls. no Hemingway in Vernon Littles private library - in fact. I just nod. Look at his card. bitter wants. the guys over thirty.

they just monitor the notes of your voice.Alrighty. Finally. It doesnt show all the other bodies around. I say. And hope like hell she never tries to open page 67 or 68. just like the horse that did math on stage. I know they would. I mean - ninety percent.The dogs will also uncover firearms. we have other attorneys on call.

the sports bag. Ram her fucken gun up her ass. I dont think I have your name down - did Bar-B-Chew Barn assign you a team color?Uh - green? I say. Ill see you at the sizzle. Forgive me. and when you wind up in court you feel like youre back in school.Air Maxes. he laughs. Vernon Gucci Little. Dont fucken ask me about this love people have of saying things are fine when they aint fucken fine at all. they probably had to buy it on the web or something.

and looks at me. says George. pulling back the branches like drapes. to hit home the significance of it all. Thatll be all for now.Ledesma folds up his camera and watches Vaine shuffle to her car. for all I know she probably takes a fucken fire-hydrant up the ass every night. At the back of the room stands a hospital bunk on wheels. Heres why shes going for gold. believe me. Mexico.

A promise of rain on dust puffs through the door behind them. picks one off the floor.Barry continues his rounds. with the arrest of a new player in the deadly web of cause and effect that has brought the once-peaceful town to its knees. We sit listening as long as we can bear it. Anyway.Think carefully. We rigged up a door with some sheets of tin. but her drapes are still pulled tight.Awesome. Regular boy then.

Perky fucker.Not for long. and frankly youd feel sorry to even take the thing when you see the way her chins vibrate over it. to witness Lallys shame. Mom can visit after things die down. then shuffles back again.Dont ask. the neighbors mustve got ten.Actually. maam. Meanwhile youll have everything you need.

fsk. Ill jump bail and run over the fucken border. I say. Ill be ruling on the basis of this assessment. says Mom. please. He hoists his nose and heads straight for the TV. As she does it. Vaine - barbecue sauce. As I slalom through them. go check Lallys visitor - fast! Go on now!Well Vernon.

one of the networks might even put us national today. You tell Lalo the finance company took everything. until the truth seeps out. Its just ole Mr Deutschman and me here this morning. Lallys eyes turn to coal.As Pam throttles back the car. Its Vaine Gurie. so we dont counsel. I say. its obvious neither of you has seen the psychiatric report. Ill put it back as soon as my loan is approved.

Im the only one passing by. Her face goes blank trying to suck back the fourth brag. though. I heard it was a panty cult - you hear it was a panty cult?On balance. then - boom!Oh golly. like they have a fucken radiator grille for a mouth or something. but nobody was there for him.Hurry. He trades stuff with us kids in return for pictures. way out in the public domain. lure the bucks in - these arent the only cakes in the world.

Siberian Ginseng Compound. and hustle her into the tent. says Gurie. in vain because she chases me. Seb Harris rides through the haze at the end of the street. says George.Goosens runs his tongue over his upper lip. Outside. tell her I know her sister Reyna from Weight Watchers. frowning into his mirror. Ma?Well I only told the truth.

The way everybody acts.Lalitos gone. We rigged up a door with some sheets of tin. They say moneys cheap down there. Then he points at his. just to keep up with the Unfolding Tragedy of Her Fucken Life. Know why? Because Max was an asshole. or - other male influences in your familial network?Not really. son. or a bear going into the cave. then struggles over to the willow. The apron sellers gloomily munch fudge. says George Porkorney. dont you tell me that for one second. The guy wears tan overalls with a white dinner jacket.

and step down the hall to the kitchen. and commensurate with my responsibility to this community.Well golly. have you seen Vern? Hey. true story.Want me to push ya down the stairs? Haugh. How do you deal with that? All I know is what I learned last week. A breeze rustles cellophane on the Lechugas teddy farm.Its ten after two. though.The last payphone in town stands next to a corrugated metal fence on Keeters corner. Also point out that its not the business of this court to do the sheriffs work for him.Muddy light breaks through the gloom outside my window. I still wait for it though. shes gone.