Denny took a seat and waited for the services to be over, never taking his eyes from the exquisite young girl. When the sermon had ended and the last hymn was sung, and people began to file out of the church, Denny stood up and waited in the aisle for the beautiful blonde to walk past him. As she did, their eyes met again, and she stopped beside him, flustered, not knowing what to say.

Hi," said Denny.

"Hello," she answered modestly, lowering her eyes.

Denny knew he's have to talk fast or she'd be out of the church and forever beyond his reach.

"You sing beautifully," he told her in a soft, deep voice.

"Thank you… I… I really love to sing," she said breathlessly.

"I'm a stranger in town," Denny said, "and I'd sure like someone to show me around."

Cally looked over her shoulder at her father, the minister, who was shaking hands with his parishioners as they left the church. She knew he would disapprove… she wasn't allowed to date boys… but the presence of this stranger was so compelling it was as if something outside of herself had taken control. She wanted to know him, wanted to know who the stranger with the fiery eyes was. And she astonished herself by saying yes.

They left the church together and Denny said, "Hey… you know I'm really hungry. Is there any place we could go and get some lunch?"

"Sure," said Cally.

"I have no car… it's being fixed."

"We can take mine," Cally told him, and led him to an old white Chevrolet convertible parked across from the church.

Then suddenly Cally panicked; what was she doing, going off with a strange man like this. She must be crazy! "I… I really don't know you," she blurted out blushing. "Maybe we shouldn't do this."

Denny smiled in a way he knew would reassure her. "Hey, we're just going to have some lunch. It's okay. My name's Denny Reed and I'm not the Boston strangler."