““My daughter is going to work for Jaime Dalton,” her mother shouted to Mrs. Perkins next door; there was pride in her voice. “She’s going to Miami.” “Have fun, Cass. That Jaime Dalton has a cute ass. Tell him I said that, okay?” Mrs. Perkins was somewhere in her seventies, still very active, with a wicked sense of humor and was man crazy. “I’ll do that, Mrs. P.” “Have a good time, dear, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “Thelma, don’t scare the girl, you know there isn’t much out there you wouldn’t do.””
