" Douglas was different because his family was different. His father was somebody important, but the boy was never privy to the family business. His father came home at different hours, and sometimes was gone for several days.
“Father, where are we going?” Douglas asked as his father sat with Sloan and the other two in the air terminal waiting for their private jet.
“We are going on a vacation. After my business is finished in Las Vegas, we will go and visit Uncle Benny in Arizona.” Uncle Benny wasn’t his blood uncle but his father seemed close to the man as if he was.
Benny Calfani, unmarried, lived west of Flagstaff outside of Bellemont, Arizona, in a luxury stucco home on one hundred acres of lawn and forested areas for hunting. One sunny afternoon, Antonio with his men, ‘Uncle Benny,’ and Douglas went out to Benny’s shooting range that he had built to fire a few rounds.
Do you know what we do, boy?” His father asked staring at his son.
“I think so.”
“Tell us.” His father commanded.
Douglas gulped but showed little emotion as he opened his mouth.
“Sir, I don’t believe you have a legitimate job.” At this pronouncement his father began to smile and the other men started laughing with gusto until Frank held his hand up. “My son, you are going to serve us well. Would you like to be a lawyer?”
During dinner Benny’s housekeeper served the food and then left them alone. Throughout the meal the men talked about business in a vague way, about shipments, about gambling, and about someone the young boy didn’t know that wasn’t pulling his weight. This was Douglas’s first insight to his father’s business.©A. Nation