The name Cisroe Perkins carry some weight, they say. But sometimes you wonder if you got to earn a name for good or bad each day the sun come up between the rows.

It was like that by way of a case for a lady named Minnie Chaundelle.

Minnie Chaundelle was a beautiful big woman with waved hair swept close to her head like raked copper. The color was by way of her stylist boyfriend and a front tooth rimmed with gold came courtesy the neighborhood dentist. The dentist never charged Minnie and Minnie never charged him, so it was a nice arrangement that kept Minnie in a wholesome smile.

How I met Minnie Chaundelle Bazile was a phone call. She wanted her brother found.

I always ask to see my clients first time face-to-face. She said she wudn’t ’bout to truck all over town no matter how nice a man I was. What make you think I’m a nice man?, I says. The word get around, she said.

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