North Vancouver, 1987 - a warm sunny June day, as Trixie Adair Evans (Jones) took one final look across the bay of this city which had been her home, before she turned to collect her bag and go down to the taxi which would take her to the airport. Yes, a warm, sunny June day; strange how the weather and climate of British Columbia seemed to reflect that of England at this time of year, the England to which she was now briefly to return again on another of her ceaseless flights across the Atlantic. She couldn’t wait to return to her beloved London, the home of so many of her memories, but, once there, she knew she would be longing again for her new life, and her family, in Vancouver. But she also had family in London, her old family. And there was someone else somewhere in England, if he was still alive. Denver… what would he look like now, feel like now? She tried to push the thoughts back out of her mind, but she knew she would never succeed in doing so. She would never live completely, ever again. Pain is the price you pay for love.
 
The story of Trixie Adair Jones, the star of Hollywood, Broadway, and the West End of London; the four men in her life, three of whom she married; and of her cities of Los Angeles, New York, London and North Vancouver.   Intervolved with her life and those of her husbands are also those of her three daughters by her first lover and first husband.
 
Real love is for the very young, she believed. You can get over your first love - maybe - but you can never forget it. Only death would free her and she wasn't sure that she wanted to be that free. You can't be a star in a cemetery