Sometimes it takes a little searching to find "the one." On an East
Coast island, full of tall pine moaning with sea gusts, Delilah moves
into a cottage by the shore. The neighbors gossip as they watch her
cleaning, black hair tied back in a white rubber band. They don't like
it when she plants a garden out front--orange-red Carpinus caroliniana
and silvery-blue hosta. Very unusual, they whisper. Across the driveway
lives a man who never goes out. Delilah knows he's watching her too and
she likes the look of him, but perhaps life is too complicated already.