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'Doris?' George lets herself through the kitchen screen. Betty follows. 'Do-ris?'
'Uh - she ain't here,' I say.
Leona wafts through the door behind them. 'I bet she's in her room,' she says, shimmying right up the fucken hall. Suddenly I feel like one of those TV-movie secretaries when some asshole barges into the chairman's office, 'Sir, you can't go in there …' But no, fucken guaranteed, Leona barges into Mom's room.
'Hey, there you are,' she croons, like they just met at the Mini-Mart. 'Did y'all hear - I got my own show!'
'Wow,' sniffs Mom.
'You ain't got it yet, honey,' hollers George from her armchair. 'Not until Vaine raises the capital to partner up.'cell phones android 2.2
'Oh goodnight Georgie, she'll get it - she just got her own SWAT team, for God's sake.'
'Uh-huh, and then appointed lard-bucket Barry to it, who's only a damn jail guard. I just hope by "SWAT" they mean "SWAT flies".'
'Heck, you're just miffed because the Barn went over the sheriff's head.'
'Sure, pumpkin, like I'm sooo devastated,' says George. 'I'm just sayin, a SWAT team don't qualify Vaine for goddam internet broadcasting, and it certainly don't give her the cash.' She pauses to suck half a cigarette into her chest. 'And anyway - our lil' ole tragedy just got shot off its damn perch.'