What Eleanor Chose

The town had an opinion. She had her own. Eleanor Whitmore is fifty years old, recently widowed, and standing at the far end of her own reception when a twenty-three-year-old catches her arm before she falls. It is, by any reasonable measure, a minor incident. The town does not treat it that way. What follows is not a simple love story. It is an examination of what happens when a woman who has bee...