The book stops here

Many years ago, my wife lent a former colleague a large sum of money to divert the various wolves at his door. The toothy vanguard of the slaverers was the IRS, which had not had a nibble of the smallest knucklebone for several years. A year later, passing through, we dropped by his home for coffee. His silence on the matter implied that financial disaster still loomed, so we tactfully forbore to raise the question of the loan. But he told us proudly that he had spent a large sum on getting financial