Cynthia joined the prominent Powers family when she married Bobby five years ago, but now they’ve lost their house to the bank because daddy-in-law has stopped feeding their savings. Cynthia is ripshit at having let herself be tricked into living the high life. She makes a beeline out of the 1% to rejoin the 99%. She loves her husband, but can’t stand to live with him anymore.

Across town, Melissa is married to the slick and successful Jonathan Spencer, a Brit who works for the Powers financial empire. Innocently, she logs onto her husband’s computer and stumbles upon a note that says, “Key left in the usual place.” Trying not to flip out—which is difficult to do with a baby on the way—she hires a couple of young techies to poke around. The diagnosis is a clear pornography addiction.

Both women leave their husbands and end up moving in next to each other in a funky neighborhood of Richmond, Virginia, where pierced and tattooed Occupy protestors and off-beat characters have built a different kind of community. The women’s lives are more intertwined than they realize in this small city where your address tells people everything they need to know. Until now.

Even the men of the Powers clan are forced to change: after an angry mob keys his gold Bentley, the patriarch retreats to his ancestral home while his son Bobby finally realizes that being a man means living his own damn life. In this distinctly Southern, The Three Weissmanns of Westport meets Skipping a Beat, one woman of a certain stature takes off her high heels to wade in the mud of the James River, while another tosses away her dream of living in a Pottery Barn Catalog for a dance with a sweet-hearted redneck. As the summer heats up to record highs, both women manage to balance their checkbooks and their love lives on their own terms.