There's not much to say about this. Perhaps it's just as well. Connie, from a background of benevolent liberalism, folksinging and engage purposefulness in New York and Berkeley, goes with her husband--he teaches law--and two young children to a small town in Florida which is ""no scene."" But after organizing a dance class, she moves along into civil rights and community work and a ne plus passionate affair with the leader of the black community, the Baptist preacher Reverend Williams. Without a backward look, ""flowers were blossoming inside her, and she could shake them out of her hair"" more easily than the suspicions of various people--often they're being watched and followed. Finally she realizes she must leave her husband, leave the Reverend, and move on toward a life without either. . . . A woman's book--but whose?--in dreadfully heartfelt prose.