On a hot day in late June a young girl kneels outside a convent then falls on her face. When the nuns take her in they name her Dolores. Dolores adjusts to the rhythm of her new life – to the nuns with wild hairs curling from their chins the soup chewed as if it were meat the bells that ring throughout the day. But in the dark private theatre of her mind are memories – of love motels lit by neon red hearts discos in abandoned hospitals and a boy called Angelo. And inside her a baby is growing.