"... there's no war here. All we have is people throwing their weight around. You surely didn't think country villages were full of nice kindly people helping each other? Our war is village toughs settling scores, eyeing you up, leering at you, pawing you if they get the chance...
Lucy is a painter. She has everything: fame, money and reputation. She also has Oscar. At least, he has always been there. One fine day, she will do something about that. It was, as she says, hardly a love affair, more a kind of marriage. Perhaps, even war-torn France is safe...