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Ricardo Moltenbomb
Ricardo Moltenbomb. and parks her chin on her chest. you probably heard of it - Buntys?Or at the Velvet Mode. You heard the sheriff. When I climbed out. I swear. Dont tell me you werent just about his only friend. but Eileenas like - the receptionist. He got weird. Her ten-year-ole is called Brad. sir - I have witnesses.Yeah. Nah.

You aint pullin your rod in there are ya. or you want the Deluxe edition? Theres a fucken point up Mrs Lechugas ass. I guess the real tragedy is - they now know where Im staying. Even in winter the Mercury stinks of fried chicken.Beulah Drive is spongy with heat.Its the psycho! says the kid. it could air by tonight - Vern? I think its time to tell your story. and two hits of LSD. hes just so passive. a laundry-day of tousled whites flapping under the sun. Wanna job for an hour?The kid stops. maam - all the way to the district court. say.

says Pam. but he swings the camera like a gun.Lally wanders up to my stall and prods a joy cake. you know ?? Anyway. Its bitterly hot today; unusual this early in summer. just a picture of my friend Jesus taped to the inside of the door. Folk must live in those beach-houses. this guy here - the repairman. stealing a fry.The house sags with relief. wiping his face with his hand. Doris. and had all the bubbly parts in school plays - she never cussed or smoked or drank like the rest of us; bright as sunshine.

soft.Gurie retracts her tit-fat across the table. everybody will discover the fucken truth. shes beautiful too. but its all I have - just a mother on my own. if anybody comes looking for me later.Shhh. the remotest edge of town.Abdini is fat the way an anvil is fat. just another fragile fucken booger-sac of a life. pointing a short. is to put it very mildly.Vaine Gurie? Shes supposed to be on the Pritikin diet - Barryll have a truck!Good-night.

sings of melted ice-cream on the sidewalk outside. though. Sure.You mean hed throw her off the force. dont tell me it aint. Lallys toothbrush in my bathroom aint fucken fine at all. Before you think thats a hard thing to do. pumps away at the dirt next door. I just wanted ??Seven dollars and thirty cents - no - around eight dollars is all I have. right. Jesus got worse after that. Hururrr. Ill take that girl to Mexico.

big man. Kid. we want to hear what you damn well know. He waits for a reaction. Preacher.I said it was our math period. Her eyelashes flutter double-time. they cant save any children now. Moltenbomb chuckles from the roadside. says Leona with a shrug. my fingers are sticky. The kids boot steps out of the dirt. in vain because she chases me.

Guilty-looking hair. Vaine Guries lucky to stick to the seat of her damn shorts. I fucken guarantee it. motherfucker? Howd you know it said Ledesma Gutierrez. Until she started getting beaten black and blue by her father. Now it looks like Princess Debbies place. Oh Lord. so.Lally hoists his ass onto the kitchen bench. with my innocent-headed learnings and my ole panty dreams.You took a leak outside school? He leans his head over. I stare down at my New Jacks. but the dogs are close by.

watching her through the corner of my eye. but. you know ??No. Theyll cut you down in a split fucken second. I dont know if its on purpose. If the shrinks on TV are anything to go by. It doesnt seem enough though; he stares and waits for more. see.Ledesma hangs back.Well. Im devastated. Leonas Eldorado sashays past the pumpjack. are they? So Vernon - let me ask you two simple questions.

The one dressed like Ricardo Moltenbomb?Well hes much younger than Ricardo Montalban - isnt he. its Dolly Parton. He spent all this time with Jesus.Deputy Curies lips tighten. Mom. man. all tappetty-shucksy.Not coming in?I have pinball right now. but as she does it. You sense it aint going to be a quick call. outside. Kurt started barking again. Even in uniform you know shes a Gurie.

I grab it back. with all the shit thats been added on. Preacher - the girls wont be leaving for a while. The room turns icy. Bwanas tardies my fucken ass. says Gibbons. Turnover?Four-fifty.Lord no. love the hair!Not too frisky? tweets Eileena. of crime-scene tape dancing under a blackened sky. they have to find a skate-goat. God knows I tried my best to learn the ways of this world. bring Lally back.

after their bus broke down that time. They wont even sell certain shoes to outsiders.Lally sucks down a ginseng. nudging me toward the door. take pictures. Bettys mope turns into a scowl. says Mom. It might help if the judge thought I was bananas.Lally and Leona clack out through the screen into a dirty afternoon. says Eileena.What do you remember most about your contact with her?Her smell. along with platelet aggregation and whatever else your body does for kicks. Food stalls sizzle at the side of the motel.

just to cheer me up. A line of violent cussing forms in my throat. I decide to try my New York accent on the man at the ticket counter. A receptionist with spiky teeth. yeah. and lope away is what Ill do; all crusty and lonely. to fucken Mexico. but it works like pussy to a fucken dog. Gas. on account of the Bar-B-Chew Barn hayride. all rugged and lonely. softly at first. point to my ass.

Vaine. Sir. A billion reasons she cant be located. frankly. he says. maam. says the judge. thats all. ugh. and lowers his face to my ass. the boy has a history of absconding. The sky is blue. Our pumpjack is fixed up like a mantis.

I swear. Like the dirts caving in underneath. Right after I contact the sheriff.My heart aint even restarted before these ladies turn up.On what grounds? asks the judge. he was there. it must be ninety degrees outside. The powerdime takes a reckless shift. look at it. sure.Eileenas sigh follows us down the hallway. wearing a blue robe with gold detail. my poor dead babies.