Three women are so close as to be complete strangers. Four others are strange, but couldn’t be closer for it. A man threads a course of inbetweens.
Two are Happy, a novel, placed in the French Alps in a time when free-thinking is enjoyed as an acceptable alternative. The backdrop of mountains casts a comic shadow the characters dance into in this light romantic story of intrigue.

The weight of a burden is more than a sum of its parts  —Séverine