Faye and Emery met as teenagers, and it took them six years to get to the altar. Both were too prudent, too correct. Apparently, it was for this reason that Emery, at the age of forty-five, suddenly lost his head over a girl half his age and disappeared with her one fine night, without bothering to explain. Fay thought that the feelings were over, because her time had passed. It never occurred to her that love could overtake a woman not in the spring, but in the autumn of life. And she will fall in love with a man whom she has known for a long time, but even in her thoughts she did not admit that he would replace the whole world for her...