Among those unfinished things is the laundry which keeps piling up, the phone she leaves unanswered, the doctor's appointments she doesn't keep. She is Maggie, into her second pregnancy, recoiling from her husband David and ignoring her first child as she begins to fantasize that she's really Margaret, years ago, who fell in love with her best. friend's hushand--not only a man of the cloth but a hairshirt at that. This then combines the worst of both possible worlds (possession and psychosis) as Maggie becomes Margaret--even during the time she's institutionalized and after her release--until the fission/fusion is complete. The shifts are handled with a fair degree of expertise although the heavily parturient mood demands a certain clemency. Still it's the kind of book which certain women will read with a queasy curiosity without giving a single thought to the laundry.