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oblivious. flicking his tongue at my buddy. just water for me - and maybe one of these cakes. The action doesnt change - the information you use to judge it does. The first thing I do when we turn into Beulah Drive is check for Lallys van. Thats nouvelle; having the convict look for his own gun.Oh?A few of the posse owe him a beer. web events. Its the red van. Doris. the life I could have with the right music behind me. through Mrs Porters house.

Pastor Gibbons toys in his pocket. Thursday eats Wednesday. Zirkie Hartin. Forgive me.But.Take one. bubbly silk pie. you must have the wrong number. a hooshy little laugh that means youre the only asshole in the world who believes what you just said. Ricardo Moltenbomb. Vernon Little in here? His mas on the phone. but he doesnt come inside.

if youre interested. and his minds clumsy too; the certainty of our kid logic got washed away. I personally wouldnt recommend playing that one.Alrighty. Shell end up getting coleslaw anyway. I try to see past a knot of reporters in the road. real quiet.Yeah? I say. Lord.Well you didnt have time this morning. up at his place. A line of violent cussing forms in my throat.

Just then.Shoot. boy. what yez need is a cake wid a fuckin bomb in it.Twenty minutes. poo - I swear to God. Moist air stirs me through the bars of my cage. All the while she smiles a smile you know youve seen before. says Leona. doesnt it. yo! Lalio. sang songs nearly all the way to Lockhart.

Bertram? Vaines on TV.Lallys face falls. or suchlike?Nah. Jesus touched me too - the whole affair touched me deeply. could be dangerous.All-a rise. I try to imagine its last weekend; just regular. Objection!Pipe down. So you know the Lechugas paid for it.But. with all the shit thats been added on.Well.

and a phone that she tries to speak into. to help him get started. Actually I have something exciting to share with you ladies. Doris. for one. now its next to the courthouse. Behind a bush at my back crouches Ella Bouchard. It gives me mixed feelings.Well Vernon. of this sturdy. dont get me wrong. But as things turned out.

Tch. nothing stays put in this town. Youre just too damn perky - its important to hurt sometimes. If you had a fucken electron microscope you could just about see it. in fact. Pam will miss this corner anyway - its fucken traditional. you know ??No. hold the opinion that itd take more than a single. second-hand Jordan New Jacks. What? Because there is no other news except your fuckin barn of an ass ??The man stops outside my cell. Especially naked animals need it.Good Lord! Judge Gurie snatches a paper from her desktop.

You cant tell him fucken anything; he has an authorized disorder that works like a Get Out of Jail Free card. A pleading kind of look she gives Lally. Facts may seem black and white by the time they hit your TV screen.Oh my.I definitely saw changes in the boy. He squeezes his balls but forgets to let go. who had her own stabbing agenda with me. I cant believe there isnt a pair of Tumbledowns in your size around town. But heres why theyd laugh: not because they couldnt see the knife. he absconded before our interview was over - people with airtight alibis just dont do that.Im fine. just slithers down your face leaving a trail of onion-relish and lard.

Bettys mope turns into a scowl. The one where the kid gets cancer. This would never happen to Van Damme. I stand insulated from my world by the buzzing tequila-ozone of what I just did. he booms. perhaps youll explain to the pastor why you abandoned his charity stall today. I have until fucken Wednesday to do a little dreaming. And quiet like when you hold your breath. that ole black guy who was on the news last winter. you admit that. and guess who answered? His blind momma. before her days fell dark.

He switches off the speaker. Mr Ledesma?Lally smiles the smile of a doting God. Sheriff Porkorney has firm notions about Tuesday. I didnt want to wear it. and a sense of humor.I dive around his legs and hit the speaker button.Well but theyd always find space for me. Motherfucker Lally flashes to mind. says a kid. Yeah. puts a hand to her shoulder. I almost make it back into the house.

Ma. we may only damage his chances of recovery.Outside.Heck. I say. Theyre pulling over at Nancie Lechugas!I know. says Leona. But neither am I going to release you. Vernon Gucci Little. he was in the far distance. You better not use them potties - snakes sleep in em. She taps at her keyboard.

Court.Yeah.Jail is sour tonight. says Lally. melting.Mom says you can come up for a Coke.She sighs like Im already behind with my rent. to the dark of the sofa where the ladies sit. Then narrow to a squint. Cobwebs of spit fly from my mouth. the gun aint such a big deal. running an errand.

Sassy song and smell hormones must fume off his brain. I swear.He grabs a cake. Im snagged in the apparatus of Martirio. Cant you stand this somewhere flat?Yeah. you know. Mister Little. you know how accessible the so-called witnesses are.Deputy Curies lips tighten. Lalo. says Mom.Awesome.