Long before Sybil hand selected her accountant from the Polish People's Republic, she had her taxes done by Norman, a deaf old Jewish guy, who lived in Manhattan. My brother and I would accompany Sybil on trips to the city where she would scream at Norman that he needed to be more creative with her deductions, but alas her requests literally fell on deaf ears.
Norman was a bit of a character. While sitting in his place, the phone would ring off the hook because his phone number was one digit off from the Natural History Museum. All day people would call to ask questions and all day Norman would either answer claiming to be a porno theater or he would just tell the callers to fuck off. He was through and through a professional. During his tenure Sybil was audited twice.
Sybil once mentioned to me that back in the '70s you could deduct a child from your taxes without having an SSN number for them. Translation - on paper I have seven brothers and one sister.
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