Georgie Stewart, the little man who ran the society column of the Wakefield Sentinel had faded blue eyes, and wispy mouse-colored hair. He was in his middle forties, but until his mother's death a few years ago, he had always lived at home. In fact, he hadn't been away from Wakefield for more than a month or two in his whole life. Nevertheless, he dreamed of being a reporter for a big city newspaper...