Kate married straight from university, unselfconsciously beautiful, her life turned in, concentrated on her happy marriage, her world complete, not needing examination.
Then suddenly she is widowed, her husband Richard dead of a heart attack whilst away on business.
Marie-José just a girl really. The girl who was with Richard when he died, who drove him to the hospital, left discreetly.
Both are Richard's things, his relics. Each is incomplete without him, each drawn in her anguish to the other by the need to understand him. And each drawn physically to the other in their need for comfort.
