When the body of Maggie McFarland, an 86-year old widow, is found among the rubble of the once-famous landmark Artemis Hotel, leveled by fire nearly 70 years ago, residents of Roscoe are shocked. However, it is not the location where Maggie is found but rather the manner of her demise that has everyone puzzled. For it isn't a heart attack that has felled her; nor has she suffered a stroke or taken a fatal fall from a porch. Her life has not ended so uneventfully.
The old man hears them before he sees them, the three boys coming over the hill, disturbing the peace by the river where he's fishing. He smells the gun oil too, too much oil on a brand-new shotgun. These aren't hunters, they're rich kids who don't care about the river and the fish and the old man. Or his dog. Red is the name of the old man's dog, his best friend in the world. And when the boys shoot the dog—for nothing, for simple spite—he sees red, like a mist before his eyes. And before the whole thing is done there'll be more red.
"GUNS DIDN'T GIVE A DAMN, ONE WAY OR THE OTHER"
Meet David Justin, an Italian-Catholic, height-challenged youth, desperately trying to escape the bonds of sexual repression and adolescent innocence that hold him captive…in the 60s. The journey of enlightenment is both laugh-aloud funny and gut-wrenchingly emotional, as David discovers that coming-of-age is more than just a five-minute roll in the hay culminating in a thirty-second celebratory shower.
"Too Close for Comfort..."