From the time when fortyish solicitor Jock Quale is summoned by a friend Tim Wright to secure a divorce for him from Patti, the beautiful young girl whom Jock and his wife Sylvia had never met, he has every reason to wonder. Was she a nympho-saint who gave up sex for Lent and kept disappearing? Or was she the girl whom his wife Sylvia claims she had known in convent school as Anne-Marie? ""Anne-Marie, Anne-Marie, what a filthy thing to be""--not only a girl with an ugly face, but also with a ""very limited acquaintance with the truth"" and a talent for accidental death, however well-intentioned. Mrs. Lindop's story takes its sweet time in uncovering the not so sweet facts in Anne-Marie's past and Patti's present and it's full of blighted unhappiness, victimization of one sort or another, and unexpected reverses. Read it--and you most certainly will--for a well-spent evening's entertainment under a crazy quilt.