Gale Wilhelm has discarded the homosexual aura of previous novels, but has substituted nothing more constructive in its place. She is still provocative, one feels that writing such as hers should lead somewhere, but once more her story is little more than an emotional interlude. This time she is erring on the side of flamboyance; she is very modern, very impassioned -- but in the last analysis, flimsy and unsubstantial. It is the story of a woman who falls in love with a youth, ten years her junior, son of a former lover -- and who bridges her past by the strength of her love. The father intervenes -- and Fate puts a finis to the romance.