Page 10 - A Bank Robbery

I’d interviewed Salvatore Antonio Naturile for a sales job at The Penny Candy Store a few months before. He was a slender 18-year-old with dark hair and, curiously, a blonde mustache.
Sal seemed like a passive guy, he seemed to want the job, and he could count change quickly and correctly. The variable work hours didn’t appear to conflict with anything else in his life.
I hired him—he was a hard worker, polite, and always punctual. After a few weeks, he learned to up-sell from penny candies to chunks of homemade fudge—chocolate, vanilla, butterscotch, and peanut butter—the real money-maker.
His register was never short more than a few nickels or dimes, which he always offered to cover.