Authors: Peter Cameron
Leap Year
A Novel
Peter Cameron
for
Sal and Don
PART I
The calendar is based on noting ordinary and easily observable natural events, the cycle of the sun through the seasons with equinox and solstice, and the recurrent phases of the moon. The earth completes its orbit about the sun in 365 days 5 hr. 48 min. 46 sec.—the length of the solar year. The moon passes through its phases in about 29 1/2 days; therefore, 12 lunar months (called a lunar year) amount to more than 354 days 8 hr. 48 min. The discrepancy between the years is inescapable, and one of the major problems for man since his early days has been to reconcile and harmonize solar and lunar reckonings.
The Columbia Encyclopedia, Third Edition
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AVID WAS THE FIRST
person to arrive at Lillian’s spring cocktail party. Technically spring had started on Monday, but Lillian and her friends were celebrating its commencement four days late.
Lillian was in the bathroom opening seltzer bottles over the bathtub. She was wearing a raincoat. She had dropped the case of bottles and preferred to have them explode in the bathroom rather than on her guests. David sat on the toilet and watched.
“So who’s coming to this party?” he asked.
“The usual,” said Lillian. “I haven’t made any new friends in the past six months. I haven’t made any new friends in the past ten years, come to think of it.”
“The nineties are going to be the decade of friendship,” said David. “Everyone’s just going to have a lot of really good friends. The whole notion of lovers and partners and spouses will fade.”
“That leaves me two years to fall in love,” said Lillian.
“Is Loren coming?”
“Of course,” said Lillian. Loren was David’s ex-wife. They had been divorced for about a year. Lillian was friends with them both, which was sometimes awkward.
“What about Gregory?” David asked. Gregory Mancini was Loren’s boyfriend. He worked for ABC-TV and was over six feet tall. Height was a sore spot with David, who was only five foot six. Loren was about five eleven and very beautiful.
“I guess so,” said Lillian. “Unless he got called away on business.”
“As a rule I hate people who get called away on business,” said David, who was never called away on business. He worked for an in-flight magazine called
Altitude.
He had until recently edited garden books for a small publishing company, but a big publishing company bought the house and fired everyone.
“Is Heath coming?” Lillian asked. Heath was David’s boyfriend. No one had known David was bisexual until he had recently announced he had a boyfriend named Heath. It was all very mysterious. Apparently Heath had been David’s temporary secretary over Christmas while Lydia Aronso, his real secretary, went home to Costa Rica. Heath was a photographer when he wasn’t temping or tending bar, which he did at night.
“Heath is at Lar Lubovitch,” said David.
“What’s that?” asked Lillian.
“It’s some dance thing at City Center,” said David.
“He could come over after,” said Lillian. “Did you invite him?”
“Of course,” said David. “But Heath doesn’t like my friends.”
“How does he know? He’s never met us.”
“He just has this feeling,” said David.
“So do I,” said Lillian. She opened the last bottle of seltzer and held it at arm’s length while it fizzed. “I have this feeling I don’t like our friends either. Let’s just stay in the bathroom all night.”
David got up off the toilet and kissed Lillian. Her face was moist with seltzer spray. She reminded him of a passenger on the
Maid of the Mist
, the boat that sailed around Niagara Falls. He had been to Niagara Falls on his honeymoon with Loren. Just for one night, on their way to Canada. That seemed a long time ago now.
Loren arrived, alone, about ten-thirty.
“Where have you been?” Lillian asked.
“At the airport. Gregory had to go to L.A., and I took the cab out with him.”
“How romantic,” Lillian said. “Listen, I’ve got to talk to you.”
“Okay,” said Loren. “Just let me get a drink.”
They rendezvoused in Lillian’s bedroom. A glamorous older woman Lillian didn’t recognize seemed to be trying on all the coats that were piled on the bed.
“Hi,” Lillian said to this person.
“Greetings,” the woman said.
“Did you lose your coat?” Lillian asked.
“Oh, no,” the woman said. “I’m just trying them on. It’s part of my therapy. I’m a shopaholic. It’s good for me to try things on and not buy them. I mean, no matter how much I like these, I can’t have them. This one’s gorgeous.”
“It’s mine,” Loren said.
“Is it?” the woman asked. “Where did you get it? How much did you pay?”
“Could you excuse us?” Lillian asked.
“Certainly,” the woman said. She took off Loren’s coat. “If you paid more than three hundred dollars, you were ripped,” she said.
“A friend of yours?” Loren asked when the woman had disappeared.
“I think she came with Adrienne,” said Lillian. Adrienne was Lillian’s sister. Her brother was named Julian, and they all worked together at a PR firm. They all hated each other.
“So what’s up?” Loren asked. “You look great. Have you lost weight?”
“No,” said Lillian, who had spent much of her adult life trying to lose twenty pounds.
“Are you still going to that exercise class?”
“Occasionally,” said Lillian. “I drop in to see how out of shape I am. But you’ll never guess where I went today.”
“Detroit,” Loren guessed.
“Wrong,” said Lillian. “A sperm bank.”
“A what?”
“A sperm bank. You know, where they sell sperm.”
“What do you want with sperm?”
“What do you think? I want to get pregnant.”
“From a sperm bank?”
“No, not ideally, but this is not an ideal world.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I just went to get some information.”
“How did you even find a sperm bank? Do they really exist?”
“They’re listed in the yellow pages.”
“Under what?”
“Sperm banks,” said Lillian.
“You wouldn’t really do it, would you?”
“I don’t know. My biological clock is ticking away, and I’m running out of options.”
“You’re only thirty-five. You can have a baby till you’re forty. Plus the whole idea of biological clocks is absurd. It’s something men invented to make women hysterical.”
“You only say that because you’ve had a baby. You’ve fulfilled your reproductive cycle.”
“You make it sound like going to the bathroom,” Loren said. “Anyway, what happens at a sperm bank? You pay for a wad and they stick it in you?”
“Well, that’s the basic idea, but it’s not as gross as you make it sound. They ‘introduce it to your reproductive system.’ ”
“Sounds pretty gross to me.”
“Well, it just depends how you look at it. I mean, when you think about it, sex is kind of gross. Although, not having had any in about a million years, how could I know?”
“Oh, Lillian,” Loren said. “It’s just hormones. Don’t do anything rash.”
“Sometimes I think I’m like I am because I’ve never done anything rash.”
“What’s wrong with how you are?”
“Well, I’m not exactly the happiest girl in New York.”
“I wonder who that might be.”
“Sue Simmons never seems to be depressed.”
“Come on,” said Loren. “Let’s stop being antisocial. Let’s see if we can find some men to dance with.”
“So where’s your boyfriend?” David asked his ex-wife as they descended in the elevator. They had departed from Lillian’s party simultaneously.
“Flying to L.A.,” said Loren. “Where’s your boyfriend?”
“At the ballet,” said David.
“Are you seeing him later?” Loren asked.
“No,” said David.
“So what are you doing?”
“Going home,” said David. “Going to bed.”
“Alone?” asked Loren.
“No,” said David. “With General Noriega.”
“Is Noriega cute? I haven’t seen pictures of him.”
“He’s gorgeous,” said David.
On the street they stood for a moment. They could hear Lillian’s party up above them.
“Well,” said Loren. “Do you want to share a cab or something?”
“We don’t live near each other,” David said.
“Don’t be so literal. That doesn’t mean we can’t share a cab,” said Loren. “I don’t mind going out of my way.”
“You don’t?” asked David.
“Not for you,” Loren said. She raised her arm and whistled.
“We’d like to make two stops,” Loren told the cabdriver. “The first is on the West Side and the second is in SoHo.” She gave him the addresses and leaned back against the seat.
“What do you want to talk about?” David asked.
“I don’t know,” Loren said. “I just wanted to see you. I never see you anymore.”
“That’s usually what happens when you divorce someone,” David said.
“Actually, I was kind of in the mood to sleep with you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t mean sex, necessarily. I just want to sleep with you. In the same bed.”
“I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” said David.
“Don’t you ever miss sleeping with me?” Loren asked.
“Sometimes,” David said.
“Do you sleep with this guy?”
“Sometimes,” David said.
“I can’t picture it,” said Loren. “I can’t picture you in bed with another man.”
“Then please don’t try,” said David.
“I can’t help it. You have to admit it’s weird. To suddenly turn gay.”
“I didn’t suddenly turn gay.”
“You mean you were always attracted to men?”
“I’m attracted to Heath. It’s no big deal.”
“Are you in love?” asked Loren.
David looked out the window at the dark park and his reflection in the glass. Behind it, he could see Loren’s own beautiful reflection, leaning forward, waiting for his answer.
When Judith and Leonard Connor, Loren’s parents, simultaneously turned sixty, they decided to take a year off. They would spend 1988 away from their usual work, away from their life and friends in Ackerly, Pennsylvania, and apart from each other. After thirty-eight years of marriage, they both desired a rest. Leonard, who had recently developed an interest in Buddhism, decided to pursue enlightenment on the subcontinent of India. Judith, a gynecologist, moved to Manhattan. She sublet an apartment in Washington Heights and worked three days a week at a Planned Parenthood clinic.