She almost sighed. Jimmy and his older women, it was something she could never understand, but at least now it was going to be good for something. "Harry Fisher..." she shook her head. After years of listening to her father complain about the man it was no wonder she hated him with a passion. "Honestly, if I didn't think he had all the judges in his pocket, I'd have somebody tell the authorities about him and his little catamites." The man would hang, which would please her papa and would please her by association.
Delia smiled at him. "I am so fortunate to have such an excellent and watchful father."