Another romance for the over 40.
Midge Everette: I'm forty-one today. It's my birthday, and I'm crying over burnt toast. That's not some euphemism. Literally, I'm sobbing over crusty bread, so I call a crisis center. I just need someone to talk to about life. Only I recognize the smoky voice of the man on the line. Sweet cheese, don't let it be . . .
Hank Paige: As a former rock star, I once had it all. Fame. Fortune. Females. Except for the one thing I wanted most. Then I lost everything. I fix cars now and restore other people's dreams. I just want to be somebody's someone. And there's a certain woman with captivating eyes who might be the more I'm looking for. For the love of all things, please let it be her . . .
In the midst of questioning everything, could love be the resolution to a midlife crisis?
Contains mature themes.
