A bosomy novel of little old Nantucket and the landmark lumps in the career of Kezia, told in a tipsy mix of dockside Quakerese, dealing in part with some lesser smuggling and Revolutionary adventures but mostly with various attempts to run the sexual blockade Kezia presents. Her first bedding is a disaster when older husband John fails to penetrate the hymeneal membrane: ""Thee's got a mighty gate there, girl."" Eighteen years of cramping virginity follow and Kezia develops a taste for business and laudanum. Her friend Debbie and a local surgeon finally free her from her addiction and slice through her other problem and while she always loves her husband, there are several lovers. Kezia visits decadent London, tilts with patriots, marries off her daughter well, goes to debtor's prison, and finally has a good end. The book is mostly grown-ups playing doctor but as Kezia says, following a sylvan idyll, ""What else after all, is there to do behind a waterfall?"" A paperback waterfall with a fat budget, a fat, fat budget.