When Frances Whittier’s tea planter husband died, she lost all, for he left her in desperate circumstances. She returned to England from India in 1956 with a broken heart, no money and only memories of seven years filled with colour, warmth and plenty. Even if she had become unhappy with the enigmatic Alec whom she had married at age eighteen, she had loved India and felt the loss of her adopted country and her home very keenly.
Having spent a great deal of her time alone while Alec was away, she’d had her strong Faith and her music to console her, especially a melody her grandmother used to play, the name of which she didn’t know, until a new tea planter arrived in Sundarpur. Hugh Anderson was also a pianist whose talent was in demand in the small community of ex-patriates.
As Alec’s life escalated into realms of grave risk, Hugh helped Frances to find her way, but having lost India, she lost Hugh also.
Will she ever find him, or happiness, again?
Having spent a great deal of her time alone while Alec was away, she’d had her strong Faith and her music to console her, especially a melody her grandmother used to play, the name of which she didn’t know, until a new tea planter arrived in Sundarpur. Hugh Anderson was also a pianist whose talent was in demand in the small community of ex-patriates.
As Alec’s life escalated into realms of grave risk, Hugh helped Frances to find her way, but having lost India, she lost Hugh also.
Will she ever find him, or happiness, again?
