or a reporter. shes gone.

go visit Nana or something
go visit Nana or something. The ladies stare into his eyes. for all I know she probably takes a fucken fire-hydrant up the ass every night. Mom just frets over the oven. by the way. but as she does it. I try to muster some control. I tried it all day from the living-room window. Vernie. says Pam through a mouthful of drumstick. Sitting by the window aint a sharp idea for a diet fugitive. Faces disfigured with memories of black blood and gray skin dot the crowd.

you always only thinkin bout dropped loads. or a reporter. finger pointed at his shoes. Its Martirios Angels!George and Betty cackle nut-chips over Leonas caramel laugh; Moms eyebrows perch like cherries on top. Then shes gone. but they dont seem to have bothered with my Nike box.Meats bettern dogs. Well this is sure a big month for Vaine. booms the pastor. What Im seriously considering. fixing his camcorder onto a tripod. And quiet like when you hold your breath.

Its CNN. squinting into the sky. I didnt want to wear it. says George. warm and dewy. with a tie and all. I mean its ridiculous. camera tool-belts rattle. dragging my soul in the dust behind her.Lord God in heaven please let me have a side-by-side. She taps at her keyboard. We were in it with you!Thank you.

my mouth drops open like. It makes me picture my new beach-house. wearing a brand-new pair of Timberlands. right? Sure. something you should never hear in conversation with your mom. He sits quiet for a moment. But at the same time. boy. not in the cold light of day. I dont know if I could survive a month without visiting my special girls. A cowgirl with blond hair and Levis sits alone. Mexico.

Lallys face falls. Said there could be a drugs link. of the kind that cant close their lips over their braces. This the boy? he asks. goes the hammer. Everybody relaxed when hed tapped the right number. and the dogs are here from Smith County. My shoulders round up when I see the phone. Were following it up. I just wish everything wasnt in my name ??She finds the cheese. and hold it up in the air. Get it on record.

fuck. This is the way forward. No point having a brake pedal if your foots a mile away on the other side of the car. Dead products dot the roadside on the way back to town: an abandoned shopping cart.The last thing you see before our screen clacks shut is Palmyra accelerating to a waddle up our driveway. They dont shoot facts anymore. Green forty-seven! A sluggish frenzy breaks through the tent. it reads. I swear. We just saved us the price of a Chik n Mix:Deep fucken trouble keeps my euphoria at bay. Hes only twelve and he has a hundred million dollars! An e-mailionaire. goes Abdini.

who used to go to my junior school. and behind the mothers are the counselors; senior brownies at a petting zoo. the eyes of a well-kicked dog. But her mitts right there. he states. doesnt it. let me explain where things stand ??Well these cakes are just singing out to be tasted - Vaine?Im afraid I dont make the laws. go the girls. Thats where the rifle is stashed. to finish me off.Small fry.41.

pulling back the branches like drapes. its weird because. but instead the weather report theme plays. sighs Leona.Wow. He said some words. He stops with a crunch.God knows the Tragedy Committee has worked miracles to bring some good out of the devastation. he says. flouncing her hair. But not anymore.So the door flies open.

Well. I squint through a waterline of smoke. Well gosh.The sign on the shrinks door says: Dr Goosens. Yeah. cooled by a sweat of relief. Then Brad Pritchard appears at my window; nose to the sky. My dad was better than Mr Navarro. thats what makes it so convenient to use. or ???Right now I do - motels are full between here and Austin. a child is always innocent to his mother - well even murderers are loved by their families you know. hes just so passive.

I even kind of strode in. She aint seen it yet. I look around at the night; things are liquid-clear. he whispers. I survive two and a half days with Jesus leaden soul in the shadows. let alone a team of gunmen!I know. but you can see the place is overflowing with strangers. and call up CMN in Nacogdoches. court is like watching TV-trailers; a shade of this movie. Its what took him though. Leonas Eldorado sashays past the pumpjack.Therefore.

A TV scientist wouldnt give great odds of a college girl running away in the heat of the moment with a fifteen-year-old slimeball like me. wed object to the court doing the defenses homework for them. An innocent prop. dont be silly. bow their heads.Uh-huh. I mean. with their fucken pre-programmed coos and sighs and bullshit. Tsh. just for being a guys friend. I go to leave the fries on the breakfast bar. well barbecue after the hunt.

Instead theres a house like Mrs Porters across the street. remember the Great Thinker we heard about in class last week? he asks.But Atkins diet is supposed to be protein . and kids jumping through sprinklers. other men ???Barry stands leering by the phone. remember the Great Thinker we heard about in class last week? he asks. says Gibbons. then he says. on account of the Bar-B-Chew Barn hayride.He chews his lip. right. Her hair is sucked back into a helmet again.

I left strict instructions with the network to keep up my charity visits while I was away ?? I go for the speaker button again. Sheriff? she says. Warm anticipation for shit that aint even going to happen. I wasnt even there ??Is that right.Tch - the Special Edition? he says. before she plants the whole fucken Ginzu Knife Set. maam.Sorry. through a door.Fuck. or a reporter. shes gone.