Jenny Weaver is smart, she's funny, and she's so lonely it hurts. Two years after her husband committed suicide, she begins writing to him, at first out of frustration and loneliness, then out of a deep need to look at what went so wrong in their lives. She waits until the children are bathed and in bed, then pours herself a glass of wine and writes, "We didn't spend as much time together when you were alive as I spend with you now." The irony of this doesn't escape her; nor does that fact that even though he is dead, people still try to 'place' her through him. "Death doesn't sever a woman's identity with her husband," she writes. "When a man's wife dies, she's dead. Widows' husbands linger."
Richard Weaver lingers in Jenny's life. He is with her night after night, until she is able to free herself from the past.