Stephen Byng and Ivor Bissett purchased a guest house for gay men in 1998. Previously, they had lived in Toronto. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Now, with no guests in the sweltering month of June, with the recent departure of the unpaid property manager, with major repairs to the building and grounds pending, Stephen and Ivor are left almost alone.
 
 
 
 
 

There is nobody around to pester them, to complain about the shabby continental breakfast of doughnuts that come in cellophane wrappers, to demand that the pool be repaired, to request removal of centipedes and beetles from bathtubs. 
 
 
 
 
 

This is a time for Stephen and Ivor to remain by themselves, undisturbed.
 
 
 
 
 

Stephen and Ivor are left almost alone.