When the voice on the other end of my cellphone said, "You have a collect call from Mr. Mammori," it took a few seconds for me to realize that my friend on the inside, Fausto "Fuzzy" Mammori, had decided that after four-plus months of silence once the Federal Bureau of Prisons ended visits to its guests because of the coronavirus, he had some things he wanted to say.
"I accept," I told the operator. There was a brief silence, and then I spoke his name but he interrupted in mid-stream to say, "You better take notes fast, because we only got 15 minutes."
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