" Mr. Morganthal shuffled out of the elevator and winked at me. “Hey, hootchie-mamma,” he said. “Want a hot date?”

He was ninety-two and lived on the third floor, next to Mrs. Delgado. “You’re too late,” I told him. “I’ve already made plans.”

“That’s just as well. You’d probably kill me,” Mr. Morganthal said. "

― Janet Evanovich , High Five (Stephanie Plum, #5)