or something. Sorry.And if you get a match - case closed? asks the reporter.

One sweaty eye snaps to Gurie
One sweaty eye snaps to Gurie. Oh how neat. I wont touch anything at all. softly at first.All-a rise. not with all this grief on board. Well God. One cloud hangs in the sky. theyre Mexicans. Duh. Georgette Porkorney clomps onto the porch by the kitchen door. Its full of Moms two other so-called friends. says Ledesma.

then spread outwards in a dying wave. Maam. Tsh.I was coping with Doris. sinking markers into the ground. were headin out in about an hour. he states. In the end Im just glad to see the railway tracks creep up alongside us as we approach the New Life Center.Beulah Drive is spongy with heat. what a fucken genius.What will Tyrie Lasseen think. in person. He fumbles in his shirt pocket and pulls out two crumpled joints.

right. Howd you know it said Gutierrez on the card. You know Fate. for Number Twos anyway. with wire and bushes matted around it.Leona Dunt only shows up when she has at least two things to brag about.God knows the Tragedy Committee has worked miracles to bring some good out of the devastation. Mr Something Fucken Abdini Something stands sweating in my cell. but growing in power.Oh Lord. if youre sure - I only want you to be happy. or media? I ask. Vaine - barbecue sauce.

and your actual innocence. He grunts.Yet you maintain Vernons innocence?Oh God. It aint a fancy bike. says Mr Ledesma. Wanna job for an hour?The kid stops. Gurie opens her mouth like she has the fucken answer.Gh-r. By effects I think they meant axe-wounds. more regular kid. Mrs Little. which aint such a bad thing. Her hair is sucked back into a helmet again.

says Mom. you know?My daddys gun.It takes a full second for Spooked Deer to take hold of Mom.Vaine? calls an officer through the door. Moltenbomb chuckles from the roadside. Preacher Gibbons tuts. come on. I just wanted ??Seven dollars and thirty cents - no - around eight dollars is all I have. his bangs of blood. God knows I tried my best to learn the ways of this world. Pam calls them. prepared to take a chance and give me a revelation along the way. shed have to shred a tit or something.

He cancelled it on account of little Delroy Gurie. now that Im Man of the House and all. says Mom. Fat ole Vaine. after all. Before you think thats a hard thing to do. Ive only been gone a week. your youth. When you spot a jackrabbit it automatically spots you back; its a fact of nature. maybe. though you can still sense cotton dresses over on Gurie Street. who just about needs a fucken military harness. They say moneys cheap down there.

Well I dont know why everything has to happen to me. It cuts through the gloom like a pencil through your lung. like Im Bill Gates or something. but hes actually holding me back. The day he got his first thousand dollars. He installs me there. Her eyes flick over the crowd. if the paradigm doesnt shift.Trickles then torrents of blood and vein soak through the bottom of Moms legs. Suddenly this fancy fucken suit appeared. pulling up at my house. dont tell your nana. are you increasingly called upon to counsel.

Now hell go into the routine where he invents new reasons to have his finger by his nose. Until she started getting beaten black and blue by her father. abandoning her cakes to the side. and if it does. as far as her wooden hair allows. at the morgue? Whats he know about Barrys in-surance?Tuck sells goddam in-surance. But no. I wasnt even there ??Is that right. Pam might come by later. His character used to fit him so clean. Now he slinks through the valley behind the abattoir. Well. Mrs Lechuga was the leader of this pack; now shes indisposed until further notice.

She offers half-heartedly. who used to go to my junior school. burritos.She gives an ironic kind of laugh. I aint in trouble. just for being a guys friend.Tch - the Special Edition? he says.The weeping sax from the TV weather plays in the office. Brad. Im outta here. punching out six of my ribs.This wouldnt happen if she had more meat in her box. and when I came back ??Abdini holds up a hand.

and looks at me. but these spazzos are in charge of my every twitch.Shhh! Anyway. willya? Hell. I know. I think we need some assistance. you know it. All the boys I know have jobs. Lallys eyes turn to coal. and lope toward town. Hot and sticky. or some fucken shit. Dead like the air between your ass and your underwear when youre sitting down.

She draws a long breath. The San Marcos road? The San Marcos road? Son. or deer; but mostly just bleached beer cans and shit. I fly across our lawn. Mr Little - you do understand why youre here?Sure. Vernon. I grunt like a tied hog. When you take the pointed end of a stick and wake this whole tangled process up with it. beached on dads ole sofa at the dark end of the room. he always does like hes told ??Is that right. A jury would convict on his fucken shoes alone. scribbling in the file. they go.

Barry was here.Well. What a disgusting human being.Abdini is fat the way an anvil is fat. Lally. We still cant account for him at the time of the tragedy. with Eulalio around? Please ??Well dont deny me my bitty speck of happiness. Little big man - lets go share some thoughts. Fetus league. The crowd divides its attention between me and the bench. says Leona. and a swish of blue cotton. We had a copy of that same catalog.

for all my classmates. Meskins are more colorful.Ole man Keeter owns this empty slab of land. Ma. I hear a noise up the hallway. And that isnt even counting the thing about the drugs. you know it. The one where the rookie cop decides whether to be a bag-man for bribes. They have this bar called Buntys. Pam will miss this corner anyway - its fucken traditional. but you couldnt hear them. Lingerie Squad! Freeze! I dont fucken think so. and a stranger lazing next to a van in the shade of the Lechugas willow.

Mom scuttles over the rug like a hamster. Which is five blocks from here. let alone a team of gunmen!I know. she grunts.Today the world is Martirio. famous actors put toothpaste under their eyes to help them cry. theyre unloading a new almond Special Edition side-by-side into Nancies!What a day.Weeds blow across the trail home. straddling a chair. If you see me a little short of cash - you now know why. like the Cuban Ambassador or something. Sorry.And if you get a match - case closed? asks the reporter.