Sunday Evening would take a week to explain and even then it wouldn't penetrate the ""shocked disbelief"" which overtakes Tracy Howard who well can't remember what happened in the last three months after her breakdown. She has to account for the explosion of the cottage she has rented, for the failure of her marriage and loss of her husband to a half-sister, for a nurse who disappeared and now is murdered right before her eyes, and for a child's kidnapping and her own youngster's death. Of its or rather her kind, an urgently silly story.