The Butcher of North Versailles stood behind the counter of “Fromage a Trois” waiting for the last fifteen minutes of his Friday to be over. The smell of fresh-cut salami hung in the air as the Butcher began breaking down the slicers while absentmindedly thinking about what the weekend had in store for him. He was so deep in his thoughts that he missed the bell ringing above the door. Salami in hand, the Butcher turned to...