A tidy romance, thoroughly benign in spite of its post-WWII trappings of tragedy. Anna Kleinberger, 16, sent by her German/Jewish parents to live in a Paris suburb with Madeleine, her kind aunt-by-marriage, has waited six years for them to join her. . . all in vain. And now, just after the war, fearful and lonely Anna is biking to the German town that once was her home; forced to stop at an abandoned farmhouse when her bike breaks down, she's discovered by another wayfarer, Polish Anton Pietrovic, a former clockmaker and underground fighter who's now a concentration camp survivor on his way to Switzerland and England to find his wife and children. So, for three days at this halfway house, the two exchange griefs and comforts, become lovers; and Anton, who knows what Anna cannot admit, persuades her to return to Madeleine--her only family. The story then jumps to 1947 New York, where Anna and Madeleine are loved and cherished by rather well-heeled cousins. But Anna cannot forget Anton, living symbol of her dead past, and the search for him begins. They do finally find one another in Manhattan, and although Anton cares deeply for his hospitalized wife Ella (ill in mind and body after the loss of her children), Anna and Anton become lovers again: Anna becomes pregnant; unknowing Anton says a final goodbye; Anna marries apple-cheeked, warm-hearted Bill Henderson from Iowa--who thinks the baby is his. But then Mother Henderson, Iowa-shrewd and kind, breaks up the marriage--and after Ella's death the love of Anna and Anton indeed comes full circle. Ankle-deep but spasmodically warming, especially in that farmhouse idyll just after the war.