Two women, two lives lived separately but in a state of emotional dependency on each other for many years, are about to embark on a new phase in their friendship. Anna, a writer with a first book about to be published, and Lizzie, a former actress, have viewed themselves as adopted sisters, closer than blood related siblings ever since their school days when they lived under the same roof. Now in their late fifties they meet up for the evening with their husbands at Anna’s French home and then the next morning separately make their way across the English Channel for their own very different reasons – reasons which become clear in the course of a single day as each relates in vivid flashbacks their volatile friendship and the events that both brought them together and pushed them far apart over the course of four decades.
” ‘So you love Anna more than me,’ says Paul accusingly.
‘I love her differently.’ Lizzie looks up at the irate face of her husband as he scowls from the doorway. ‘She’s part of me. She’s joined to me in a spiritual way. We orbit round each other.’ Her face takes on an intent look as she tries to explain accurately the nature of her complex relationship with Anna: ‘She and I move in our different circles, and they sometimes come together and sometimes move apart. When they do come together, it’s either blissful harmony or a disastrous collision.’ ”