Isolde brightened, giving the big man a broad grin, turning on the charm.<br/><br/>"I'm Isolde Devereaux. I own, Flowers for You, about six blocks over. I do it all. I take orders, make bouquets, deliver them and set them up to their best advantage. My business is small but doing well. I have lived in Boston for some time now."   To shut up the flow of words that seemed to pour from her mouth, Isolde sipped the cold, creamy whiskey drink. She stirred the drink with the narrow red straw and said, idly.<br/><br/>"The news has reported many deaths in thie area. Have you heard anything about this?"