At the age of ninety-something, Beryl Duisenbery is forgetting everything – including her children. She spends her days stitching morbid samplers and tormenting her two carers with tangled tales of her husband and affairs.
Shimi Carmelli can do up his own buttons, walks without a frame and speaks without spitting. He forgets nothing – especially not the shame of a childhood incident that long hung over him. There´s very little life left remaining for either of them… But perhaps just enough to heal some of the hurt inflicted along the way, and find new meaning in what´s left.