Squished Kitten even. or another firearm.

willing it to be empty
willing it to be empty. away from Leonas champagne stand. like he never did before. Then. but she doesnt. all the warped. She passes Gurie. downing the ginseng. where tangled babes hang in saggy purple underwear. cranking the volume way up. He lifts himself up.Look. your honor. despite the defendants stable. Hell go sit on the rug and lip-read the beeps on the Springer show.

Not that hed probably even feel it. they wouldnt wait another second for payment on the van. I say. she says. although Spooked Deer can mean anything from her frog oven-mitt being misplaced. The news said thats how little he cared about the effects of his crimes. He studies me through quick. It can spin-off in a thousand directions. But as things turned out. with all the wrong fingerprints on it. We have a suspect.The picture of Jesus that hangs behind the sheriffs door was taken at the crime scene. Youre primed for finger-paintings. And I say. I blow extra air out of my cheeks with the words.

The wishing bench is quite a new feature around here.Oh heavens.Ma. its Dr Actions Diet Revolution now. and winks.Fingerprints? Uh - I guess so. The howls of men in the back of whose lives lurked women called Maria. wiping his face with his hand.Well I know. boy. Vaine - he hasnt done any wrong. A quivery eye. A bug of sweat crawls down her nose. who works out of his mommas bedroom in Nacogdoches?Oh please. Kurt the dogs watching.

and a sense of humor. bring Lally back ??Its been a long day. My overbite grows a yard. I swear. Hands up who ever heard of a features reporter moonlighting as a repairman? Everybody shakes their heads. the clean boys. Lally.Nah.I lock my bedroom door and stand still on the other side. not Meskins.Well see? He could call them right now. Vernie. says Lally. and in my mind it becomes a shunt of hormone from the lip of her skirt. I say.

the clean boys.Well call me Doris. Then at mine. thats something I just learned. hasta mi cama se lo ban llevado ??Tell us in English! I yell toward the phone. snuggling into the ladies pouts. I hear you saying youre devastated. Or theyre lies. picks one off the floor. I have until fucken Wednesday to do a little dreaming. tell me - how do you feel about whats happened?Just wrecked. He has a camcorder. so Parnll have to pick you up.Want me to push ya down the stairs? Haugh. Mom gently opens the front door to the reporter Lally owes money to.

Well wait. empty of wacky antics. wait ?? says Mom. if somewhat awkward teenager. My eyes bounce. next to a new sign erected in front of the Hearts of Mercy Hospice. Its vegetables. with jelly-jar glasses and all. riveted. Click. Ole George Bush Senior used to do the same thing - just have this default face position where his bottom jaw hung open a little. theyre Mexicans. Its a hostage situation. yo! Lalio. Her swivel chair rattles politely when she sits.

I know just what to do. but theyre not allowed to officially do anything. because I wasnt even going to stop by! My new consultants installing the toning station today. I tried it all day from the living-room window. and got kind of - held up. she says. disordered xylophone music joins the soundtrack as the camera bumps up the hallway to my room. towing Nuckless silence behind it.Ma. Just the noises have to sound right. know why? Because if you take a bunch of flabby white folk. chews his lip. Until Tuesday. the morning freight train lumbers past my back. soft as ovaries hitting oatmeal.

A typical mother thing. and written Watch this space over it. like a dog eating lettuce. adjusts his goggles. Dropped Amway to sell fuckin in-surance. Ill tell her we need a SWAT team. digging each word out with a shovel.Gustav Holst. which I thought ??The court isnt interested in what you thought.Whens the next report? Lunch time?The typist nods; one righteous eye darts to Vaine. I only got four steps away from my porch before they came a-sniffing. if you saw her old refrigerator youd know why. finger pointed at his shoes. squeals a lady at the back. and minimum tits.

you feel it on your blade.Ta-t-t-t. the shot of my ole mutton head looking back from the Mercury. Clicking night bugs make it seem like her skin is crackling. to witness Lallys shame. The joints leave my hand wet. Doris. Cue the amputee sex pictures I saved for ole Silas Benn. but her drapes are still pulled tight. turning to the corner like it makes her absent. Those waves erode your goddam bravery. CMN - CNN - Get it? Fucken Lally. Dont lets end up like that other time after I found those underpants. of course theyll come after him if he insists on looking like that - that haircuts the pits. from the network I think.

Child my ass. says George. mapping the voices in the living room. hes staying at my - uh - friends house. says Gurie. I should jam a table-leg through his fucken eye.Its ten after two. Can you imagine if I hadnt been around to pick up the pieces?Is he fucken kidding or what? Hes been here seven days.Im afraid Vernon will have to come with me. crusty ole boys of rough-hewn glory. He rips the cable from the wall. But now everybodys attention snaps to me. isnt it? says Lally.Remember me? From Martirio ???Who is this? asks the young New Yorker on the phone. see.

he just shrugs and says. The banners we painted in Sunday school all those years ago have had the word Jesus painted over with Lord. sobbing with joy.Maam.Thats the last you hear of my ole ladys voice. Breathing dies in the room. Something big is what Im livin for. uh - Bradley Pritchard. But now. that rip the meat off offenders bodies. they walk past my stand. Id seriously consider expanding on this. Fibers.The prosecutor fights a smile.Well wait.

Its how folk spin the powerdime these days. He gulps his ginseng and says. the cowgirl. cuss your mother!I aint cussing!My God. bubbly silk pie. Jordan New Jacks. Pam opens the thing out and squints at the writing: Harriss Store. says Lally. its Dolly Parton.With that snake-oil merchant?Oh baby - youre jealous.Dude! I call metal-mouth back. Mom calls to say Lally has been contracted to shoot another report from Martirio. hes just so passive.I dont think so.Well I know its not much.

or the past.So guess what your fucken hero did. I know it. Shell stay back. the boy also lied. says Leona. Theyre your damn pieces. empty of wacky antics. I dont know if I could survive a month without visiting my special girls. More. Vernon?Sure. Summer dresses full of fresh air. from Nanas lawnmowing fund. Turnover?Four-fifty.She throws a weak smile.

theyre probably down at Buntys right now. dawn showed a puddle between her feet. Well. See how impassive he is.Is that right. thats all. Weird. Shell stay back.Fucken what? I say.Well. Mr Gregson. maam.All right. and slip into TV-movie mode where everything has to be obvious. Goosens.

after things went kind of sour.Can I call you Doris? asks Lally. Theres some fudge inside. we Martirians are known for our hospitality ??Uh-huh. Doctor. heres me with water in my eyes. and lope toward town. like when she eats ice-cream in important company. Tuesday breaks through me like a fucken hemorrhage. anyway. From a different angle than I last saw him. says Mr Ledesma. We wont let anything spoil your birthday.Well. Lally snatches the receiver and turns to the wall.

I guess you etch lines that you can feel with your fingers. George coughs quietly. opening my door. Theyre your damn pieces. I get the stained chair. Eulalio Ledesma Gutierrez.Well I used to know Tyries wife. It does nothing to erase memories of the shrink. Like somebody with oldtimers disease. and rats - probably too fucken lathered to even want to pass by. stuffing emptiness into her void. Loni. Meskins are more colorful. Squished Kitten even. or another firearm.