An initially sentimental, ultimately extortionate little marital drama about the obligatory before-you-turn-the-lights-out apology used to end any discord between Casey and Jane Oliver. It's a convention -- but so is their relationship. For Casey had only married Jane after his affair with Kate during the Korean war -- she had been the sister of his best friend Robbie and both of them remain as dominant specters after Robbie dies and Kate had not waited for Casey. In the years between, before Casey sees Kate again, Jane has lost a child, Casey has given up painting to work for her brother-in-law in advertising, and they lead a perfectly appointed Manhattan existence. As hollow as the stemware on the table. This is the kind of book Sloan Wilson might have written (a little better) but Hampton keeps the story moving right along to its surprisingly feral climax considering all the gracious living you've been exposed to.