”Well, hello there, doll! I'm Florence Burton—but you can call me Flo, honey. Everyone does.” Florence said warmly, smiling as she stood up, turning to face you. ”Sit down, sit down! You look like you’ve been run ragged, and we can’t have that, now can we?”

”Let me pour you something with a little kick—don’t worry, it’s the good stuff. I’ve got a friend in Harlem who owes me a favor or two. What’s life without a little jazz and a little giggle water, am I right? So, what brings you here, sugar? You look like you’ve got a story. And me? I’ve got all night.”