A young widow has spent too long alone with her growing son, her body aching with unmet need. On the surface she plays the modest, resisting woman, but inside her desires churn like storm clouds, and her words carry hidden signals. When her son breaks down the door and lays their relationship bare, she crumbles in an instant, offering her soft, yielding body completely to her own flesh and blood. She is thirty-nine, widowed and chaste. He is eighteen, raised by her own hands. Under one roof, the midsummer heat is unbearable.