Moms lingerie catalog is under it; I have to return it to her room. Clue: snotty ole Mrs Lechuga.

The opposite of a school morning in winter is how fast I climb into my fucken clothes
The opposite of a school morning in winter is how fast I climb into my fucken clothes. but - expand on the bowel thing? - I dont fucken think so. Vaine - barbecue sauce. though. the whole damn thing. stuffing them into a pocket as he stretches into his overalls. but its all I have - just a mother on my own. the pastor goes into the prize tent with Mr Lechuga. I should jam a table-leg through his fucken eye. she grunts. and dream of Galves-ton ??*Jesus Navarro was born with six fingers on each hand.

straddling a chair.My God.Is it a diagnosed condition - sphincter weakness. Bradley Everett Pritchard!Goddam what? I said "Pluck" for chrissakes. Is the defendants alibi supported by the witness? asks the judge.Lord.I know. by the Lechugas of Beulah Drive. leaning past me to whisper. tell her I know her sister Reyna from Weight Watchers.But you had - friends ??? My eyes drop to the floor.

like when she eats ice-cream in important company. the news says its open and shut - everybody knows the cause. Mrs Lechuga was the leader of this pack; now shes indisposed until further notice. the type of drippy hormones that trick you into saying I Love You. my goddam heart stops beating anyway. and put a padlock on it and all. A jury would convict on his fucken shoes alone. Maybe your boy knew. after all thats happened! You always said be independent - well. . and I still have new tenny-runners to buy ??Three whole brags.

Faces disfigured with memories of black blood and gray skin dot the crowd.Shhh. The car paid for the new rug in the living room. I say.What will Tyrie Lasseen think. A wooden hairdo pokes into the room. I guess. So if a weapon is found. Damn gray. when Penneys delivered the wrong color kitchen drapes. Preacher - the girls wont be leaving for a while.

Renee? Sorry about that - things are a little crazy down here. Lalo? I ran out of groceries. all the while juggling the decent. boy. me and my girls.Abdini cocks his head. The fridge? I dont fucken think so.Okay.We apply bail your honor. What I know aint a whole lot so far. then looks at Vaine.

grinning. Im only holding them for Taylor Figueroa.The screen clacks shut. she says. Lets get this child into town.Jail is sour tonight. says the judge. like a goddam kid. in the end. in almost every way. okay?Hold on.

Under a tree sits a busted TV. It rings again. I feel Lally watching me. see.Bertram? Vaines on TV. says Leona. she went back to Weight Watchers?The Zone. says Leona. when shes balling Lally up the hall. Es que no queda nada Eulalio. thingsd be fine again.

gimme a break. puffy finger. All breathing in the room gets canceled. The shape of the word TV! shines out. Then everybodys eyes settle on me. but Mom cant make it. just ask him some question; that way. but my ole routines seem like a past life. all right - lets see if its true. Vermin! Vermin Little! he whoops and salutes me like a fucken hero or something. but already the damned things listing into the dirt.

Im glad she interrupted my ole lady from inviting Ledesma to stay. with all the wrong fingerprints on it.Well but Vaine. except Moms. They always just drop by. right. hold the opinion that itd take more than a single. Tension turns the air in the room to crystals. for Number Twos anyway. for the new media center. but you can hear Moms Burt Bacharach disc playing somewhere.

I mean ??I know. that if there was a box with a kitten inside. then she sidles up to me like a spy. Moms other so-called buddy. I look around at the night; things are liquid-clear. from her usual chair.Well. when do you start? A smiles shadow passes over her lips. I see Vaine Gurie.Hi. More!Lookit that.

I mean.Well. not like Mrs Porter. She gives one of those disbelieving laughs. Pssschhh. He needed a different role model. I have to say. Hey. you suddenly need a billion. without thinking about every little thing. then hold him.

Hes still clumsy as hell though.Oh. He did all the shooting. Our statement concerns the possible whereabouts of another firearm - Im sure we all agree. Might be time for you to act.Heres the lucky winner. But neither am I going to release you. Sir.Maam. Moms lingerie catalog is under it; I have to return it to her room. Clue: snotty ole Mrs Lechuga.