Untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read. But image was all important to Howard Goodall.
He had grown up on the mean streets, and a chance encounter when he was fifteen changed his life forever. He had been hanging on a corner when a taxi careened onto the sidewalk, and he had just enough time to jump out of the way. In his panicked leap he inadvertently knocked over a passing pedestrian, eighty-year-old Ida Horowitz. It was an act that saved her life as well.
Try as he might he could never convince her that the rescue was an accident. A few years later when she passed, he found himself the primary beneficiary of her estate.
It was a lifestyle he quickly embraced, however. He suddenly had everything his had dreamed of, and he wanted people to know that he did. But underlying the first editions, gourmet food, and luxurious surroundings were to simple tastes of the kid on the street. In fact, behind the impressive library shelves was a special compartment that housed his well worn vintage collection of Mad Magazine.