His first thought, of course, was to hide.
FAST FRIENDS BY BILL SCHILLACI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 30
Fleet Haberstroh was wrapping a tuna salad on rye in wax paper when he happened to gaze up and through the front window of his father’s delicatessen to see Moira Darveau standing on the opposite side of Franklin Turnpike looking for a break in the traffic. Fleet’s hands weakened around the san…