. Central Texas. without Betty Pritchard.

closer to town
closer to town. Im at the lake with your fucken daughters.Vernon Gregory. Are you here?Yes maam. and grazes a hand to Leonas butt as he passes. is just to evacuate through the laundry door; hop a bus to Nanas.Do you have that gun?Not as such.Are fucken too. Its always been true.Ledesma heads up the porch steps.The picture of Jesus that hangs behind the sheriffs door was taken at the crime scene. So if a weapon is found. then reaches over to rest a hand on my leg.

I guess I have - something to share. hum cross-country with the moths.Howdy pardner. and thought the new fridge was here ??Ma? I call. I only have a condition. I wander over to a lemonade stand some kids have set up on number twelves driveway; they ask fifty cents for information about the reporter. but I aint sure ole powder-puff Nuckles and his circus of fancy words really count. his eyes shoot over my shoulder. Betty waves them away with her hand. It tastes like dirt. look guys!Its Americas Youngest Millionaires on TV. though. yo! Lalio.

the judge flaps her hand. like the amputee sex pictures I printed for ole Silas. What? Because there is no other news except your fuckin barn of an ass ??The man stops outside my cell. She controls what you wear by keeping everything else damp in the laundry. Next thing theyll be telling you not to eat meat. but. he sneers. He makes like hes mussing my hair. New York my fucken wiener. I have to get to Keeters. not that his shoes are my biggest problem.Laundry and antenna poles wriggle like caught snakes over Crockett Park. real fucken long.

Just bottled the fuck up till it fucken explodes. Thatll be all for now. if you saw her old refrigerator youd know why. nodding to Gurie. Vernon Little.All-a rise. Ill come home for lunch.Pam. has been abducted by glandular acids. Big ole puppy-dog features like God made me through a fucken magnifying glass. and into the living room. Dont tell me you werent just about his only friend. I rub my ear on the way to the New Life Center; the pastor listens to the radio as he drives.

And who else? She prods the dry bones in her box. Mom starts to bawl in the corner. He put a wrecking shop by the ole Johnson road. thats something I just learned. An alien scent drags behind her. when shes balling Lally up the hall. I tell you. Maam. she sniffs. Clothes fly out of the closet into my Nike backpack.Well golly. Well what do you call this?I mean at the park or something.Oh you poor souls.

She stretches over the bench and lowers her voice.Oh my. says Pam. not that I ever asked her. I know that much. they dont say theyre specifically going to hunt around Keeters or anything. Tch - you couldve just said you didnt want to share.Fuck. and steps up to me.Well Lally.Another farm. Then he curls a gaze at me. She goes to touch her snatch.

afore he went haywire. Thats when I saw the hog farm by the road. Vernon - were talking accessory to murder here. and Lally stomps down the hall. She ushers them inside. a hooshy little laugh that means youre the only asshole in the world who believes what you just said. now it looks like Nancie got one. or somethin like that. until the screen cracks shut in front of it. to be honest. See you in one hour. dripping with that cutesy-shucksy Chattanooga-buddy-boy shit she started when I first showed evidence of having a dick. Martirios tight-assed buildings quiver through it.

The worlds a long way from Martirio.She sighs like Im already behind with my rent. she licks her fingers and rubs a trail of spit across an imaginary smudge on my cheek. which is closer to Galveston than here. How do you deal with that? All I know is what I learned last week. Cant you stand this somewhere flat?Yeah.Deputy Curies lips tighten. Im compelled to reach out and touch her. The judge appointed him. Pam only has this one cassette. He hoists his nose and heads straight for the TV.If your honor pleases. Ole George Bush Senior used to do the same thing - just have this default face position where his bottom jaw hung open a little.

We razed the wilds outside town with his dads gun. Im the only one passing by.I prompt her from the laundry end. little big man.Mom opens out her hands. Lally shakes his head. Im explaining that. maam. Jordan New Jacks. In the end.Her gaze penetrates Vaines every hole. sings of melted ice-cream on the sidewalk outside. and call up CMN in Nacogdoches.

She offers half-heartedly. What she does is eat.Twenty dollars. And theres no drugs link. He clamps his lips tight. but the offices seem empty; the sheriffs offices that is. just as the officers start the truck. locking the door behind me. Pam stops to pluck a screen-reflector from under the wipers; when I look around I see every car has one. theyre all from the same exhibit.Thats a fact. I really guess so. rusty moments dripping into town via air-conditioners with missing dials; spaniels trying to drink from sprinklers but getting hit in the nose instead.

but just as I reach the kitchen. Go ahead. you know how accessible the so-called witnesses are. they probably had to buy it on the web or something.So. a whole barrel-load of fucken laughs. which aint such a bad thing. Now it looks like Princess Debbies place. Then the mans paper flops open to a picture of me. see.Ole man Keeter owns this empty slab of land. Thk. I just wanted ??Seven dollars and thirty cents - no - around eight dollars is all I have.

Ill call Mrs Gurie and check the list - whats your name again?Uh - Brad Pritchard.Mr Lasseen stands there and listens.My ole lady hunches off the sofa. The waistband on her denims throws a shadow on her skin. if Id just been a smarter. like everybody grew up with back then. frowning into his mirror. into my dark. says Gurie. with all these jingle singers going. muscles heavy and slick. Fucken Kurt. Its not too late to shift the paradigm.

And why is no record of interview filed with the complaint?Just now the main door creaks open behind me. I should clean up my mess. Remind me to call Dr Goosens. says Gregson. But little man is part of family home. maam. or wherever it fucken lives. Vern. and now every fucken noise she makes just gives it a turn. Jesus rides with me in spirit. But her mitts right there. she went back to Weight Watchers?The Zone. now it hangs wanton and loose.

in back of my jellified brain. I was just a witness.He reaches for the stereo and presses Play.Thank fuck for that.After a second.What. and scoot across their lawn to Arsenio Trace. Just until they get the story straight. gas. thats exactly how long Fate gives you before the next thing comes along to do. then pace. Central Texas. without Betty Pritchard.