From Issue 10: The Lucky Boy

The Lucky Boy George Held Rocco Rizzuto picked you up at the corner by the drugstore. A short dark handsome guy whose bulging muscles came from years of construction work, Rocco was the factotum at the W estate. He was popular with men and women, boys and girls in Edgedale, a modest commuter suburb. Mr. W had plucked him off a building site and given him a sinecure he never would have dreamed up: “Chauffeur me, the wife, the kids, and take care of the cars and the lawn. When you’re at the house, you’re blind, deaf, and dumb. Got…

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