Perry first saw her on the other side of the room. It was at a party. Their eyes caught. They quickly looked the other way, pretending not to have seen. Perry began to wander his way across the room. He nonchalantly chatted to this person and that. He could see (without looking) that she was also quietly moving towards him.
How gracious she was! Every movement was like an act of kindness. Like the moon! Like the prow of a canoe piercing its way silently across a mirror lake.
And then… they met.
“Hi. My name is Perry.”
“I’m Vita,” she said.
It was love at first sight. They laughed and talked. And talked and talked and talked and talked and talked. And then they danced. And talked some more.
“Could they meet again tomorrow?”
“Where shall we meet?”
Perry went home. He didn’t even know her last name. It was an unusual name, but one that Perry was familiar with. When he heard it, Perry would know she was the daughter of the guy who had murdered his (Perry’s) mother.