This is one of those books you fall into and look up hours later dazed with delight. The writing has a remarkable touch of witty veracity combined with deep emotional and psychological insight.
Zeke has problems - Asperger's Syndrome - for which he was treated as a child and helped and supported to gain useful employment as a painter and decorator. He has to do a lot of counting in order to control his panic attacks, and sometimes it takes him five or six efforts to leave the house, but his work is excellent and he has an employee Emmanuel, who treats him as if he is just like everyone else. But Zeke looks like a Raphael angel, so there are compensations.
One day a young pregnant woman, Verona, appears at the house where he is working, pronounces that she is the owner's niece (they are away at the moment) and she's come to stay. Then she climbs into a spare pair of overalls (Emmanuel has, yet again, called in sick) and helps with the decorating. The following day she buys him a fried egg sandwich and before long they are lovers.
The novel proceeds in alternate chapters telling Zeke's story, and then Verona's. Verona is not who she appears to be. Her brother Henry is in trouble and menacing figures appear at her flat looking for information on his whereabouts. The plot takes a darker turn when Verona flees to America to find Henry, and the love-struck Zeke follows. Things conspire against them, but the book ends on an upbeat note with much manoeuvring and mixed connections in between.
A sheer, unadulterated pleasure to read, Margot Livesey combines mystery, adroit character creation and development with a lively pace and an intriguing plot that keeps you glued to the page in this wonderful book.