.... sounds a familiar problem; how to be happy without a husband. Vicki is thirtyish, and still lives with her mother who is dying and ashamed of her; she has a good job and a pleasant personality; her relatives leech on her; her friends try to marry her off to ""somebody--- anybody"". Sustained by the invisible ""ring of truth"" she wears on her finger- one tender moment with a boy who really appreciated her- Vicki bears with it all until she realizes that her inheritance has been diverted to her married relatives. Then her reaction, one of firm protest, occasions an unexpected but not unrealistic end to her martyrdom... Once again, a patient understanding of life's sorespots and dryspots, the commonplaces of an existence the reader can isolate and identify (the girl next door?) has its label- for a well entrenched audience.