"I am not a little saint," said Vittorio Francescone over and over again last week. But the fact remained that the 16-year-old boy's behavior had seemed sufficiently saintly to land him on the front pages of the Italian press—and in trouble.
In the village of Boscotrecase near Naples, people who had been used to the knock of Tax Collector Eugenic Francescone on their doors began about a year ago to grow accustomed to the knock of his son. Young Vittorio begged clothes to distribute among the village poor; he even persuaded the five beggars who had enjoyed Boscotrecase's old-clothes monopoly to...
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