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the drapes and makes up some half-assed conversation if two dogs start screwing
in the street. Yetfor all I know she probably takes a fucken fire-hydrant up the ass every nightjust
for kicks. BoyI tell you.
Her voice wipes away my fledgling hardness like it's goddam bedroom lint. What kind of
fucken life is this? Light through the window calk mesings of melted ice-cream on the sidewalk
outsidethe ghost of little tears nearby. Summer dresses full of fresh airMexico down the way. But
not for me. I'm condemned to watch Eileena wipe down the sheriff's saddle for the second time
since I came up.
I find myself wondering if the sheriff's saddle usually gets so much attentionand if it does
why it ain't worn away to nothing. Then I see the room has a TV. Eileena's eye snaps to it.
It's the lunchtime news. You hear the fanfare of trumpets and drumsthen the face of an
asshole appears in the far distancestaring through the back window of a departing Smith County
Sheriff's truck.
'VernonI have some bones to pick with you' says Mom.
'I have to go now.'
'Well Vernon ��'
'Click.'
My eyes latch onto the screen. A breeze rustles cellophane on the Lechugas' teddy farmthen
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