The setting is London in the 1920s, and the city is still
reeling from the war. 26-year-old
Frances Wray and her mother are barely scraping by, since all the men in the
family have died. To help cover the
upkeep costs of their home, they take in lodgers. The “paying guests,” Lilian and Leonard, are
also in their 20s, but their rung on the social ladder is lower than that of
the Wrays. Still, they can afford the
rent, thanks to Len’s job with an insurance company. At first, the comings and goings of the new
couple are a minor nuisance, but Frances and Lilian strike up a friendship that
turns into a love affair. The plot takes
a sharp turn in another direction when an argument gets out of hand, and the
two women make an extremely ill-advised decision. I do not love reading about people doing
incredibly stupid things, and I am not referring to their trysts. On that subject, though, I found it odd that
Frances is very jealous of Len, but Lilian never feels that she is betraying
Len with Frances. In other words, the
two lovers have very different perspectives on what a sexual relationship with
another woman represents. Their
passionate encounters become boring and repetitive after a while, but then the
pivotal event occurs, and I just wanted to get the whole sordid messy aftermath
over with, as did the characters. The
author did a great job of conveying how the weeks and then months dragged on
and on, but I found the whole process just excruciating, with the two women
continually agonizing over what steps to take.
At one point, Lilian suggests a course of action that finally makes
sense, but Frances talks her out of it.
Then, a few weeks later, Frances makes the same suggestion, but Lilian
talks her out of it. I just wanted to
pull my hair out.
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