Evie Walsh obsessively sits beside a garden pond, examining her life and loves and her bouts of deep depression. What is the significance of the men, of the places she returns to in her memories? Of the one man who recurs carrying as he does the terrible secret he wants to share only with her? Her loves will take the reader back in time, deep into the heart of Sydney suburbia, the tempting bohemia of Kings Cross, the mystery of the Blue Mountains and to far away Normandy, France, as her marriage collapses. But always back to the present, to the garden pond where she is harvesting these seemingly disparate memories. It is here at last her sharp memories of the enigmatic Rob Connor can finally release her from her vigil.