After 14 years, the feds had finally shut down Uncle Arthur.
NEARLY THREE DECADES LATER, a few years before he died in 2002, my retired uncle consented to a visit. I had a pretty good idea by then about his past, but when I asked him what line of work he’d been in, he gave me one of his many cover stories.
He’d been a magazine distributor, he said.
I didn’t say anything.
“Should I tell him?” he asked his wife.
She shrugged. “Tell him.”
Uncle Arthur smiled.
“I made book.”
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