"I have come to believe that there can be no adequate preparation for
the sadness that comes at the end, the sheer regret that one's life is
finished, that one's failures remain indelible and one's successes
illusory."
Elizabeth and Betsy are old school friends. Born in 1948 and unready for
the sixties, they had high hopes of the lives they would lead, even
though their circumstances were so different. When they meet again in
their thirties, Elizabeth, married to the safe, older Digby, is
relieving the boredom of a cosy but childless marriage with an affair.
Betsy seems to have found real romance in Paris. Are their lives taking
off, or are they just making more of the wrong choices without even
realising it?