That year, peace, love and death erupted all at once in the village. Virginie, on one and the same day, discovered that Maurice, and siblings Anne and Jacques both were all in love with her. Maurice, the whimsical young man who barely survived life’s hard knocks, Anne, the young, beautiful and serious-minded girl with light eyes, and handsome Jacques, who was so positive and efficient that he was almost romantic. After the summer’s drama was over, and when the violence and pain had subsided, Virginie, now far away, wondered whether those three people were not three facets of a single person blended into one, who had been devoted to her and her alone for those few weeks - As a first love it was ideal, tender as a woman, tender as a man, at once gentle-and violent, peaceful yet destructive.