My Uncle Hugh was the notorious character in our family. He had a notoriety that could be best described as legendary within the family. Where the rest of us had struggled with life, Hugh had made it, and his name was spoken with reverence.
Hugh was a contract assassin and at times carried out a few of his own, just to keep his hand in.
The call for assassins dwindled over time what with modern techniques in crime investigation, but it never deterred Hugh. On occasions when he came around to visit we kids would huddle in the corner whispering to one another. He always wore a black suit and the bulge under his left arm was always interpreted as his gun ever at the ready.
He was a quiet man, my dad’s older brother, described by dad as a man who found his calling in life and took full advantage of it.