June 14th, 1997
Los Angeles, The Bank of California Building, aka The Brent Building
Oh, thought Della Street, those eyes.
Gingerly she crossed the carpet marveling at them; indigo, silver-edged, enhanced by rows of fluffy black lashes. Those eyes, even when young, were so old, soulful, and wise that she would recognize them anywhere. For nearly fifty years those eyes had sent her tumbling down the rabbit hole at will only in that world, his world, Della Street was adored and understood, cherished and revered.
When those eyes searched her face as they did now, Della was transported not to a place, not to a time but to a feeling that held her aloft forever suspended in love.