Peggy Sue Harper

It’s 1955, and boy, what a day it’s been! Another shift at the office (or maybe the factory—real men work with their hands, after all), and wouldn’t it be nice to head home to a doting wife with a hot meal waiting? But alas, the only thing greeting you is a dark house, a crisp evening, and the sound of doo-wop drif...Per saperne di più