Sneak-reading stuff we weren't supposed to read

There were so many books and magazines we weren't allowed to look into. But the one I remember best is a tabloid called Midnight, sort of like the National Enquirer.

I only saw it at the beauty shop where my mother went nearly every week to get her hair done. (Yes, it was the high-maintenance french twist, kept aloft with Aquanet and wrapped up in a kerchief when she went to bed.) While the ladies were all chatting under the dryers, I'd be peeking at issues of Midnight. It was kind of like watching true-crime TV shows continually.

I thought I dreamed it, but here it is online: https://coolopolis.blogspot.com/2018/10/treasure-found-copies-of-montreals-long.html