Summer Sisters Part 22

36.

THE PLACE THEY SHARED in Chelsea had just one bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and eight hundred square feet of open s.p.a.ce. "Think of it as a loft," the rental agent had said, "in a very now neighborhood."

The week they'd moved in they constructed individual sleeping areas by hanging Indian print fabrics on rods suspended from the ceiling, making it look as if they were patients in some eclectic hospital ward. As far as privacy went, forget it. But with the threat of AIDS, with everyone talking about Safe s.e.x, they weren't exactly whooping it up.

Of the three of them only Paisley slept around, refusing to waste her youth worrying about some disease she wasn't going to get, because the men in her life were Ivy League types, from good families.

"At least insist they use condoms," Maia lectured regularly. She'd become so cautious she swabbed the toilet seat with alcohol before sitting on it, convinced Paisley was going to bring home herpes, or the papilloma wart virus, or trich at the very least. "You don't know who's bi, you don't know who's doing what with whom a"

Every Tuesday night they ate supper in front of the tube, watching thirtysomething. Was this where their lives were heading?

Vix's job at Squire-Oates had turned out different than she'd expected. Working with Captains of Industry translated into editing videotapes of corporate executives during an intensive three-day course in communication, each course geared to that specific individual's needs so he or she, but mostly he, could face a press conference with confidence when grilled about the latest mishap, lawsuit, merger, whatever, at the corporation.

It was up to Vix to catch their flaws on tape. Did he touch his b.a.l.l.s, stroke his chin, do that thing with his jaw? Were his hands flying out of control as if he might take off at any moment? Was his speech clear and concise or did he stumble, mumble a and how about those long aaahhhhs, as if he had a tongue depressor lodged in his throat while he was trying to come up with the answer to a tough question? Did she fiddle with her jewelry, lick her lips, constantly flick her hair away from her face?

In just three days, with endless practice in front of the agency's team of specialists, most of these Captains of Industry learned to face the camera and come off as trustworthy, believable individuals. It amazed Vix. She wondered why Dinah didn't take the course herself.

Dinah was as determined and ambitious as any of them, yet often couldn't make decisions. She'd sometimes drop a folder on Vix's desk. "Victoria, I'm giving you this one," she'd say, twisting a strand of hair around her finger or, if she was in a real bind, sucking on the ends. "Don't disappoint me."

Squire-Oates had an impressive client list and Vix found she was good at coming up with strategies for their campaigns to promote policies, personalities, and products. She decided she was more of an idea person than a technical one and looked forward to the day when Dinah, recognizing this, would come through on her promise to nurture her career.

In the meantime Dinah took full credit for Vix's suggestions. Vix wasn't in a position to complain. Unemployment was not on her agenda. Sometimes, when Vix started thinking about it, she'd get scared, not sure she was ambitious enough, determined enough, to make it in this city. Sometimes she felt old and tired. She hated it when Dinah referred to her as a puppy, reminding her of how young she was, of how she had her whole life ahead of her.

As a kid, Vix had had some warped idea that grownup meant having a job and living on your own. It meant no one could tell you what to eat, or what to wear, or how to behave. It meant it was okay to have s.e.x with guys. What a joke! When she first came to New York she decided being grownup had to do with responsibilities, but then she'd think about her sister and change her mind. Lanie was hardly grownup although G.o.d knows she had responsibilities.

Lanie considered Vix a big success. She referred to Vix as her rich older sister. She'd constructed a fantasy about life in the Big Apple that was more 90210 than 10003. She was convinced Vix lived in a fabulous apartment, got expensive haircuts, and wore clothes right out of the pages of Cosmo. To Lanie, with her two little kids and the same useless husband, Vix's life seemed like Cinderella's after the balla"even without the Prince. Lanie didn't get that Vix was struggling, too. It was just a different kind of struggle, at a different level.

From what Vix had seen, having children didn't necessarily make you grownup. Besides, what about people who chose never to have them? She'd always felt uncertain about having kids because of Nathan. Not that she'd necessarily have a child with a physical disability but she knew what it was like to live with that kind of burden, the sacrifice it required, the strength, the love. Bru wanted a houseful of kids. Caitlin swore she would never have them. "Not everyone has to be a mother," she'd say. "A person can have a happy and fulfilling life without children."

A postcard from Caitlin dated December 2, 1987, Seattle.

Forget Madrid. This is it! I've finally found my place. It's young, it's cool a and I don't just mean the weather. Start packing.

Abby SHE TRIES TO KEEP UP with all of them, sending addresses and phone numbers around the world so they can keep in touch with each other. She wishes Daniel and Vix would get together. Maybe someday a In the meantime she gives Vix's phone number to sons of her friends.

Lamb teases her, saying she should open a matchmaking service. Actually, not a bad idea. She enjoys helping people find happiness. But at the moment her plate is full. She's taken over management of the Somers Foundation. And none too soon. She's reorganizing from scratch. She never dreamed this was where life would take her.

Gus HE DECIDES AGAINST the job offer in Albuquerque. He likes being around water too much. Blame it on all those summers on the Vineyard. He's lucky to get a second offer and jumps at the chance to write for the Oregonian. Aside from all that chauvinistic c.r.a.p about keeping outsiders out, the people in Portland are friendly and the women are fresh, outdoorsy types.

When he's sent to Seattle in March to get a story on Microsoft he calls Caitlin and arranges to meet her for a drink. Abby's sent him her phone number. She's the chronicler of their lives. Caitlin arrives with two guys in tow. James and Donny.

Can you believe I once tried to seduce this guy, she tells them, pressing her thigh up against his. She and James and Donny fall all over themselves laughing, as if the idea of her seducing him is a sick joke. He's sorry he called. He doesn't need this.

So how's the Cough Drop? he asks to change the subject.

You mean you haven't heard?

Heard what?

She eloped with Bru. Just last week.

No way a Does that surprise you?

Yeah, it surprised him.

Only joking, darling Gus! she tells him, taking his hand. And she dissolves into laughter again.

He gets out of there as soon as he can. Doesn't tell anyone he saw her.

37.

ANOTHER PRESIDENTIAL election but this time Vix and Paisley were less than thrilled with the candidates. "At least Barbara will be better than Nancy," Paisley said, as if the election were over and the votes counted. "She's got a sense of humor. And she wears the same pearls as my grandmother."

Maia found their political discussions hilarious.

"I don't see how you can defend the Republican party after what happened to you," Paisley told her.

"Please," Maia said, "if your guys had been in office we'd be in the middle of a serious depression."

When the phone rang Vix couldn't find it. "Check in the bathroom," Paisley called. "Next to the toilet."

It was Caitlin. "Vix a where are you?"

"In the bathroom, actually."

"I mean where are you, as in, when are you coming? I've found the perfect place for us to live. It's furnished in antique wicker and there's a small garden. Roses, Vix a all year round. But you have to give me a date. They won't hold it for long."

What was she talking about?

"Vix a"

"Wait a minute. I'm losing you." She walked with the phone back to the kitchen. "I never said I was moving to Seattle a did I?"

"No a" she began. "But you'd mentioned you were disappointed with your job, so I a.s.sumed a" She paused. "I must have misunderstood."

"Besides," Vix said, "you never stay in one place long enough a" Why was she making excuses?

"It will be a year in November."

"Well, I'd love to come for a visit."

"Great. How about next week?"

Vix laughed. "I can't take off whenever I want. Maybe next summer. If you're still there. I need to save up some money first."

"I'll send you a ticket."

"No a don't."

"Same old Vix."

But she wasn't the same old Vix. She wasn't fourteen anymore, or even seventeen. She'd graduated from Harvard, survived a year in the city on her own, a year of working for Dinah Renko.

It was true she'd grown bored at Squire-Oates. Last week she'd tried speaking to Dinah about her job, but Dinah hadn't been in a listening mood. "Your generation hasn't learned to pay its dues, Victoria," she'd said. "Just because you have a Harvard degree doesn't mean you can run the company."

"I don't want to run the company. I just want to try something besides editing the Captains of Industry. It's been a year. You told me when I first interviewed there would be opportunities."

Dinah had gained twenty pounds since they'd first met, but it showed only in her face and upper body. She'd taken to wearing short skirts with tunics and Vix wondered how she kept from toppling over in the three-inch red heels she favored to show off her legs, her best feature. She had two young children, both in private school, and a husband who'd lost his job in publis.h.i.+ng and was now at home trying to write a novel. Once, when she'd brought the kids to work, she'd dumped them on Vix. "I'm sure you can find a way to amuse them," she'd said. They'd wrecked the place in an hour.

"This job is an opportunity!" Dinah's voice rose. "Working with me is an opportunity! But not if you're without patience."

She was not without patience but by now she knew Dinah was never going to set her free. And moving to Seattle wasn't the answer.

The next morning on her way to work Vix stopped to listen to the Bag Lady on the corner of Fifty-sixth and Sixth as she sang her version of "Lullaby of Broadway," subst.i.tuting Timbuktu for ballyhoo. When Vix dropped a few coins into her cup, the Bag Lady looked directly at her and nodded. For the first time Vix saw the person inside the beggar. She worried that whatever had happened to this Bag Lady could happen to her.

She began to make discreet inquiries. Three weeks later she accepted an offer from Marstello, a boutique PR firm with an eclectic list of clients, and the next day when she pa.s.sed the Bag Lady, she dropped a dollar bill into her outstretched cup. The Bag Lady responded with "You've Got a Friend."

Dinah was furious. "I discovered you. Why didn't you come to me if you were unhappy?"

"I did come to you."

"Really a when was that?"

"Not very long ago."

"I don't remember."

Had she made so little impression?

"You owe me an explanation," Dinah said, chewing on the ends of her hair.

Fine, Vix thought. Here's your explanation. "This job isn't taking me in the right direction. And I've been offered one where I'll be working directly with clients."

"You're going to another PR firm?"

"Yes."

"Which one?"

Vix paused. Should she tell Dinah?

"I'll find out anyway," Dinah said.

"Marstello."

Dinah laughed. "Marstello! You'll be lucky if your paycheck doesn't bounce."

"I'm sorry, Dinah. I've done my best here. My decision has nothing to do with you personally."

Dinah shouted, "I want you out by five!"

"But what about a"

"By five, you ungrateful little b.i.t.c.h!" She picked up an Empire State paperweight and Vix ducked. This was the professional world?

"Vix a I have the most exciting news! Did I wake you? Sorry."

It was after midnight on a rainy October night. Caitlin never could keep the time difference straight, no matter how many times she reminded her. And hanging up, just to teach her a lesson as Maia had suggested more than once, seemed harsh. Maia was now a law student at Columbia. Do you know what happens to the sleep deprived?

"I'm going into business," Caitlin said. "A restaurant. I feel I've finally found my calling. And my partners are fantastic. James and Donny? I think I've mentioned them to you. They're a couple. Anyway, it's going to be down by the water. Lots of gla.s.s, clean, spare. We've hired a fabulous architect. And we're bringing in one of the finest chefs in the city. But here's the best a we're calling it Eurotrash. After me. Don't you love it? We're hoping to open in June. It sounds so far away, but really, it's not. So start calling the airlines to get the best deal. I'm going to work the front. I'll wear all black, only black, very chic a very elegant. Of course if you'd made the move you'd be doing our PR. But that's beside the point now. So what do you think?"

She sounded so happy and excited Vix had to wish her well. "And guess what else? I've sworn off s.e.x. James and Donny are helping me. They make me happier than any straight man ever could. I was an addict, you know? Like some guy following his pointer through life. But now I'm free."

Vix hadn't exactly sworn off s.e.x but it had been a long time since Bru. She dutifully went out on blind dates with sons of Abby's friends, not that she could remember one from the other they were all so alike. And one night she'd gone to a downtown party with Jocelyn and had wound up in the bathroom with a scruffy, s.e.xy filmmaker who'd kissed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s while she gave him a hand job. They hadn't exchanged names or numbers and when she thought about it the next day she was glad. Too dangerous. A heartbreaker. Instead, she satisfied herself with fantasy loversa"sometimes reliving the moment in the truck with Bru and the peonies. And once, but only once, playing out the night of Caitlin's flamenco dance and how it might have ended.

Paisley was conducting a flirtation with an older man at ABC and Maia a Maia worried every time she met a new guy about how it would end, how bad she'd feel when it did, how long it would take her to get over him, whether it was even worth the trouble in the first place. She had no time or energy for bad relations.h.i.+ps. Celibacy was the key to making Law Review.

Paisley said, "What's the point of thinking about how it's going to end when it's just beginning?"

"Ask Victoria," Maia told her.

But Paisley didn't ask. Instead she said, "Some people never get over their first loves. They spend their whole lives trying to recapture the thrill. Sometimes, after fifty years they get back together. They meet at some reunion or other and realize they were meant to be together."

"Do you have anyone in mind?" Vix asked. "Or are you talking in the abstract?"

"Abstract," Paisley said. "Strictly abstract. Though it's not a bad concept for a show. I may just write a treatment and pitch it to my boss."

As they were planning their holidays, wrapping Christmas gifts while Paisley's holiday cookies baked in the oven, Vix heard a familiar voice on the tube and looked up to see one of the Captains of Industry, an international expert in the field of aviation, commenting on a disaster. She shushed the others and moved closer. PanAm a Lockerbie, Scotland a carrying home Americans a many of them students a Vix motioned for Paisley and Maia. Together they listened to the grim news, as the Captain of Industry spoke with representatives of the airline. He came across as sincere, honest, and caring. Vix remembered him. She remembered the ones who had the most trouble.

Ed HE'S WATCHING THE NEWS when she calls. As soon as he hears her voice his stomach sours. She doesn't call more than once a month and he's expecting her to wait until Christmas. Does she have bad news? Does she know something about Lewis? He's not sure where Lewis is. Germany, he thinks. But no reason to believe he'd be on Pan Am when he can fly military. And Tawny? h.e.l.l, she could be anywhere, anywhere the Countess is, but the Countess isn't traveling anymore, is she? No. He doesn't think so.

Vix rea.s.sures him. Everything's fine, she says. I was going to wait until Christmas but I thought I might have trouble getting through. He knows she's been watching the news. Same as him. He knows his girl. They don't talk for long. He's never been one for long conversations. Everything's about the same here, he tells her. No news is good news, as your mother used to say. He doesn't say he misses her. Doesn't say he hopes she'll come to visit soon. How are things up your way? he asks. She tells him her job is interesting. Can't ask for more than that, he says, can you?

When he hangs up, Frankie asks who was on the phone. He tells her it was Vix. She says, What does it take to get that girl to come for a visit?