A modest house sits on a sandy, windswept bluff on the coast of Australia with a fine eastern prospect of sea and shore. It’s a remote area south of Sydney. This is the home of Ruth Field, a woman in her mid-70s. She and her husband, Harry, had retired, and it seemed a pleasant spot to lead a quiet life in their latter years. Harry died one morning while on his daily walk to a nearby town to purchase the newspaper. Now Ruth’s two cats are her only company. She has two adult sons who live afar and have their own lives, Jeffery in New Zealand and Phillip in Hong Kong. ...