Deborah Shapiro - The Sun in Your Eyes

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From the distance of a few yards, there might be nothing distinctive about Lee Parrish, nothing you could put your finger on, and yet, if she were to walk into a room, you would notice her. And if you were with her, I’d always thought, you could walk into any room. For quiet, cautious and restless college freshman Vivian Feld real life begins the day she moves in with the enigmatic Lee Parrish — daughter of died-too-young troubadour Jesse Parrish and model-turned-fashion designer Linda West — and her audiophile roommate Andy Elliott.
When a one-night stand fractures Lee and Andy’s intimate rapport, Lee turns to Viv, inviting her into her glamorous fly-by-night world: an intoxicating mix of Hollywood directors, ambitious artists, and first-class everything. It is the beginning of a friendship that will inexorably shape both women as they embark on the rocky road to adulthood.
More than a decade later, Viv is married to Andy and hasn’t heard from Lee in three years. Suddenly, Lee reappears, begging for a favor: she wants Viv to help her find the lost album Jesse was recording before his death. Holding on to a life-altering secret and ambivalent about her path, Viv allows herself to be pulled into Lee’s world once again. But the chance to rekindle the magic and mystery of their youth might come with a painful lesson: While the sun dazzles us with its warmth and brilliance, it may also blind us from seeing what we really need.
What begins as a familiar story of two girls falling under each other’s spell evolves into an evocative, and at times irrepressibly funny, study of female friendship in all its glorious intensity and heartbreaking complexity.

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Marion laughed. Quiet. On the sly side. Marion would never clap her hands together in theatrical delight, never chortle or guffaw the way Linda sometimes did. Lee must have known what Marion was going to say next, must have been expecting it. Why else, really, would she have come here?

“My memory came back a few weeks after I woke up. I remember the time I was with your father. I remember taking care of you when you were just a little slip of a thing. We drove up here with you once and I had been dreading it. I didn’t think I was a kid person. But you were a great kid. I was essentially a kid myself.” Marion’s eyes filled and Lee felt herself tearing up too. This always happened to her, not when she saw someone crying but when she saw someone fighting it and failing. “I remember going to New York, to Flintwick’s, and I remember Jesse in the studio. I have no idea what happened to the tapes, though. They would certainly be worth finding. There was one song, in particular, that I so loved. It was called ‘Winter.’ I’ll still hear a fragment of it in my head from time to time, but I can’t get the whole thing. I would love to hear it again.”

“You remember everything?” Lee asked.

“Not everything. But a lot of it. Yes.”

“Do you remember a photographer named David Haseltine?”

“Of course. He came to Flintwick’s. He was a lovely man. Very unassuming, understated. Not one of those sexy-sexy photographers. He was kind. I wasn’t used to that. Kindness for its own sake. But I’m sure he had his own motives, too. Maybe that’s how he got good pictures. I never saw the shots he took of Jesse and me. For all I know they’re with the tapes.”

“Carnahan has them.”

“Carnahan does? He gets to look at Jesse and me? Oh, that makes me shiver a little. Has he got us hanging on the wall?”

“Yeah. He’s got them in a special climate-controlled room. He says they inspire him. Does that make you feel better or worse?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I saw something in one of them. This silver chain and pendant that belonged to my mother. Belongs, I should say.”

Marion poured more tea for herself and cupped her hands around it a little ceremoniously. She looked down into it and then back up at Lee. As if to signal a beginning.

“Does your mother know you’re here?”

“No.”

“Have you talked to her about this?”

“She doesn’t want to talk to me. But I was hoping maybe you could tell me what she was doing there? Because she must have been there that day.”

“She was. She came out from California to get Jesse back. It sounds very high school, doesn’t it? Or like your soap, Viv. But I wasn’t too far out of high school when I met Jesse, so there you go.”

She stopped, collected her thoughts. Viv reached for more bread and jam, like popcorn at a movie. Viv would probably be mortified to know that Lee had always noticed that, if food was placed in front of her, Viv rarely refused. Lee suspected that if she someday did something unpardonable to Viv, more unpardonable than anything she’d done before, she just might be able to win her back with passed appetizers.

“Do you know what it feels like to be a phase?” Marion asked. “My father loved Nat King Cole. ‘When I Fall in Love.’ ‘Unforgettable.’ I would never have admitted it growing up, but I thought love should be like those songs. There were moments like that with Jesse. I know he was attached to me. I believe that. But we didn’t have that grand sweep, that nobody-else-in-the-world feeling. There was always someone else. Linda. Still, when Jesse died. . I still miss him sometimes. Actively, physically miss him. I wonder how that can be when my own body feels so different. How could my body still miss him? That was Jesse, though. I could understand why your mother had come out to get him back. I’m telling you this because you’re not a child anymore. You haven’t been a child for a long time. And you’ve come to me.”

Lee nodded. Viv put down her food.

“Linda showed up at Flintwick’s the same day that David Haseltine came. She just turned up unannounced. It was all very civilized at first. People came and went, the guys Jesse was recording with, like Chris Valenti. But that afternoon it was just the three of us. It sounds absurd, but we had lunch together and then we went for a swim. Linda borrowed one of my bathing suits! It wasn’t like we all stripped down and went for a dip in the lake. Jesse and his women or something like that. It was more like, here we are and it’s a gorgeous day and why shouldn’t we make the most of it. I think we all thought that was how adults in the seventies were supposed to behave. We were trying to be very mature about things. Haseltine arrived, but I don’t recall him shooting at that point. That was later in the afternoon and then he left. He went back to the city. But I think it upset Linda terribly. The idea was to get pictures of Jesse for the album he was making. But Jesse wanted me in some of the shots. Me and not Linda. It was kind of awful. Charming as Jesse was, he couldn’t outcharm the awfulness of what he was doing. Using me to provoke Linda. And I did it, too. I’m sure I wanted to provoke her. I’m sure I didn’t know any better.”

Marion had placed the heel of her right hand on her knee and as she spoke she kept extending her fingers toward Lee, as if she were touching her without making contact.

“It worked, of course. Linda and Jesse started fighting when Haseltine packed up. I went back down to the lake. I didn’t want to hear it, though I could still make out their voices from the water. I don’t even know how long I was in there for, only that it got cooler. The sun sank behind the trees and then it was quiet. I wrapped myself in a towel and went back inside and I found Jesse in that room, that bordello of a room that Flintwick had. Linda was gone. He was drinking and he warned me not to walk in there with my bare feet. There was broken glass all over the place.

“‘We’re getting a divorce,’ he said. And I thought it should have pleased me to hear that, but there was something about him sitting there in that sordid room, getting drunk, that made me very uncomfortable. At the same time, there was this charge from him choosing me over Linda. I went to wash up and get dressed and I kept wondering if he would get up and come be with me and I wanted him to, but I was also scared that he would. I no longer knew what he was capable of or what I was capable of. But he didn’t come to me. He was picking up the glass when I came back, and he’d cut his hand. It wasn’t deep, but he looked so helpless all of a sudden. So I pulled him up. I literally pulled him up from the floor and led him to the little sink by the bar and cleaned off the blood, bandaged his finger. It was as if I only had to touch him to set everything in motion. One thing led to another. He took me to bed, or I took him, and the next thing you know—”

Viv stood up.

“I’m so sorry — I have to — like all the time now — sorry.” Marion pointed her to the bathroom. Marion looked at Lee as if trying to gauge her thoughts. Could she tell that Lee was imagining what the sex must have been like? Was there a meanness to it? An electricity that hadn’t been there before? A violence? Lee had been in a situation once that was similar enough, with a husband and wife about ten years older than she was — triangulated in the same way — and she had felt powerful, as if she had never been so in control of someone else’s desire, and at the same time, never been so used. She’d been in just about every situation over the years, hadn’t she? Except for married, with a kid. Apparently she had a special knack for triangulation, though. Viv, Andy, herself.

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