When Suspiria Freeland is charged with poisoning her artist husband Theo, a scandalised country presumes her guilty. What could one expect of a women like that, with her clever tongue and abrupt manners, those odd-shaped pots she calls art and her ramshackle house - a women who brazenly admits her affair with a garage mechanic fourteen years her junior?

Dissected in the full limelight of public courts and gutter press, Dennis and Suspiria's already ill-matched liaison seems doomed - and Suspiria's acquittal is only the start of their real problems. Under the weight of popular sentimant and censure, a world watching, misinterpreting and taking possession of their every move, expecting and hoping for disaster, how can their love survive? Worse, the question the lovers dare not voice - if Suspiria did not kill Theo, who did?