Toughs
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Ed Falco. Toughs
Copyright
Summer
Tuesday July 28, 1931
Wednesday - July 29, 1931
Wednesday - August 5, 1931
Thursday - August 6, 1931
Fall
Thursday - September 10, 1931
Friday - September 11, 1931
Monday - September 14, 1931
Monday - September 28, 1931
Tuesday - September 29, 1931
Friday - October 2, 1931
Saturday - October 3, 1931
Monday - October 4, 1931
Winter
Tuesday - December 1, 1931
Wednesday - December 13, 1931
Thursday - December 13, 1931
Friday - December 18, 1931
Tuesday - December 22, 1931
Wednesday - December 23, 1931
Thursday - December 24, 1931
Friday - December 25, 1931
Monday - December 28, 1931
Monday - January 4, 1932
Wednesday - January 6, 1932
Saturday - January 9, 1932
Thursday - January 14, 1932
Friday - January 15, 1932
Wednesday - January 20, 1932
Monday - January 25, 1932
Sunday - January 31, 1932
Monday - February 1, 1932
Tuesday - February 2, 1932
Thursday - February 4, 1932
Friday - February 5, 1932
Saturday - February 6, 1932
Monday - February 8, 1932
Spring
Sunday - April 10, 1977
AUTHORS AFTERWORD
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Also by Ed Falco
The Family Corleone
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"Sure," Loretto said once he remembered it was his birthday. They were nearing the faded red brick tenement building where he'd shared a cold-water flat with Dominic for the past year, since they'd both turned twenty. Loretto had moved out of a single cramped room behind the bakery where he'd started working at sixteen. He'd run away from Mount Loretto every chance he'd got since he'd turned twelve, and at sixteen they'd given up on him. Sister Mary Catherine found him a job at the bakery and he'd worked there a couple of years before Dominic's uncle Gaspar took him on. Dominic had moved out of Gaspar's apartment, where he'd lived since he was an infant. His mother had died of pneumonia soon after he was born. A year later his father had been beaten to death. The way the story went, he'd said something fresh to a girl on a trolley and the next day he'd been found on the street outside his home with his head bashed in.
Mrs. Marcello, at the top of their stoop, held her face in her hands and practically screamed. "Loretto!" She hurried down the steps to meet him. "What happened?" She held him at arm's length and looked him over.
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