Sheryl Proctor has successfully sequestered herself from her past – enveloping herself in a new life dedicated to perfecting the four-minute soft-boiled egg for her ladder-stumbling husband, Ernie, who couldn’t care less about the whereabouts of Camelot. The air is calm in their Febreeze-scented environment until, by the flit of a butterfly’s wings on the other side of the world, her old crazy-days mate, Emily, lands at her door with her philosophizing-from-the-tip-of-a-surfboard young beau, Stevey, in tow.
Like the whisper of Ebola on an airplane, their collective anger against past failures, reminders and resentments of paths taken and untaken, and fears of commitment and abandonment of responsibility spread and finally erupt until they all must answer the question: which is a life more worth living: one radiating with happiness or bursting with meaning?