Michael Malone - Weebly

hadn't cost him a job. Raoul hadn't found work at Astor
Heights either, because Carl Marco was an American
and did not care for Puerto Ricans.
Carl Marco was a self-made man. He had made his
father's tiny butcher shop into a supermarket that kept
alive the best families in Dingley Falls. He had made his
aunt's pastries into a catering service on call for Dingley
Falls's best celebrations. He had made his mother's
pasta into Mama Marco's Restaurant, where nearly
everyone in town ate at least once a month (and Sidney
Blossom ate twice a week). He had made Hedgerow
Realty solvent by buying it, then hiring Cecil Hedgerow
to sell real estate that no one knew Carl Marco owned.
He had made his son, Carl Jr., an ophthalmologist by
whipping him through school, year by year. It hurt him
that his brothers, the postman Alf and the gardener
Sebastian, had not allowed him to make anything of
them. It had been painful to see his own blood carrying
the mail and carrying compost when the head of the
family was perfectly capable of carrying his own blood.
Had he not carried the family out of Madder on his
shoulders? As soon as Carl Jr., married his receptionist,