Dan “Goldie” Gallagher started his Monday like he always did, on Sunday. He slipped on a pair of khakis, an untucked button-down shirt, and stepped into a well-worn pair of Gucci loafers. He checked his Seiko Bullhead: 1:42 p.m. He then went to the office at 3 Maiden Lane, where Liberty & Sons Futures kept their Telex, Telerate, Reuters, and Dow Jones terminals. He absorbed the news in the quiet of the sixth-floor office, devouring the feeds so he could be ready to make the f

With her tangerine cat Misty in hand, Todd’s mom parked her red scooter, wiped the manure off her Birkenstocks, and burst into the jam-packed wedding shower held at Applebee’s party room on that muggy August afternoon screaming “For Pete’s Sake, Stop this at once,” and then let Helen know her son changed his mind after illuminating him about how the calendar worked and now he was certain the baby couldn’t be his, so the trick was on Helen because Todd received his medical sch

I am the doer. At the heels, in the wings, right-hand-man, stage left, you can count on me amigo, brother, comrade. I will do your dishes, read that draft, pick up trash that isn’t mine, feed the dog, renew my prescription on time. These are admirable qualities. My students like me. My girlfriend likes me. The woman I am sleeping with likes me. The neighbour’s cat doesn’t like me, but there’s no accounting for taste. The affair could be cast in several lights. Queer love as