It's like a book. Not that anybody would believe a word of it. When you come to consider, it's the oddest sort of love story."" So concludes this ""story about love."" And after silent pause and due consideration the reader may find ""odd"" hardly a definitive adjective. Unbelievable does fit; so does ridiculous. We find Mariette Brandon playing a forty-one year old match girl on a park bench at the opening; she's just been sacked and is wondering how to cope with her three hungry teenagers. But as bad as the present is, the past has been even worse: she'd been a teenage bride, married to a boy who was ""far too pretty pretty"" and horror of horrors she'd walked in to find her brother and husband having la liaison dangereuse. Well it sent her into a terrible tizzy and she spent a lost week with an exceptionally attractive soldier named Ronan Grant. Result? Second son, Michael. But she has carried on with her secret all these years believing husband, brother and lover lost in the war. Aha! She now discovers Ronan is alive and looking for a housekeeper. She applies, unrecognized and gets the job, suffering nostalgically: ""My one love, my young love--old like me"" and ""quickening to a new world."" Will he recognize her? What will the family say? Shocking, what?