AN IMAGINARY FRIEND
Jane Margaux is a lonely little girl. Her mother, a powerful Broadway producer, makes time for her only once a week, for their Sunday trip to admire jewelry at Tiffany's. Jane has only one friend: a handsome, comforting, funny man named Michael. He's perfect. But only she can see him. Michael can't stay forever, though. On Jane's ninth birthday he leaves, promising her that she'll soon forget him.
AN UNEXPECTED LOVE
Years later, in her thirties, Jane is just as alone as she was as a child. And despite her own success as a playwright, she is even more trapped by her overbearing mother. Then she meets someone–a handsome, comforting, funny man. He's perfect. His name is Michael...
AND AN UNFORGETTABLE TWIST
This is a heartrending story that surpasses all expectations of why these people have been brought together. With the breathtaking momentum and gripping emotional twists that have made James Patterson a bestselling author all over the world, SUNDAYS AT TIFFANY'S takes an altogether fresh look at the timeless and transforming power of love.
Part One | Once Upon a Time in New York
VIVIENNE STRODE TOWARD our table as if she owned the St. Regis. Jason trailed along behind her. No one in the Astor Court would have believed that this beautiful woman with the perfect makeup, the perfect skin, the perfect tan, was in any way related to the pudgy eight-year-old with frizzy hair and smudges of fudge sauce on both cheeks.
But there we were. Mother and daughter.
Vivienne kissed me on the cheek and then got down to business. The business of me.
" Jane-Sweetie . . ." She almost always called me " Jane-Sweetie," as if that were my actual name. "Must you always order two desserts?"
Jason the celebrity hairdresser tried to help. "Well, Vivienne, the second dessert was melon. That's not too bad. Carbs, of course, but –"
" Jane-Sweetie, we've talked about your weight –" my mother began.
"I'm only eight years old," I said. "How about I promise to be anorexic later?"
Michael laughed so hard he nearly fell off his chair.
Even Jason smiled.
Vivienne didn't move a facial muscle. She was always trying not to frown because she didn't want to get wrinkles before her time. Say, ninety or so.
"Don't be precocious with me, Jane-Sweetie." She turned to Jason. "She reads far too many books." Yeah, I'm terrible that way, I thought. Vivienne turned back to me. "We'll discuss your eating habits at home. In private."
"Anyway," I told her, "that melon isn't even mine. Michael ordered it."
"Ah, yes," said Vivienne, sounding bored, "Michael, the amazing, ever-present imaginary friend." She addressed the chair next to mine, which was empty. Michael was on my other side. "Hello, Michael. How are you today?"
"Hello, Vivienne," said Michael, knowing she couldn't see or hear him. "I'm just peachy, thanks."
All of a sudden I felt Jason tugging at a handful of my hair.
"Hey!" I protested.
"Something must be done about this," he said. "Vivienne, give me one hour with this hair. There's no reason why anyone should walk around like this. She'll come out looking like a Vogue model."
"That's great," Michael said. "Just what the world needs – an eight-year-old who looks like a Vogue model."
I winced and pulled my hair away from Jason.
"Come, Jane-Sweetie," said Vivienne. "There's a full-cast rehearsal tonight, and I must look in on it." Her latest huge Broadway musical, The Problem with Kansas, was opening in days.
"But first we can drop by Tiffany's, like we always do, dear. Our time together."
"What about Jane's hair?" Jason demanded. "When can I schedule her makeover?"
Michael shook his head. "You're perfect the way you are, Jane. You don't need a makeover. Never forget that."
"I won't," I said.
"You won't what?" asked Vivienne. She took a napkin, dipped it in my water glass, and wiped the fudge sauce from my cheeks. "A makeover's a great idea, Jane-Sweetie. There might be a big fancy party in your future."
She remembered! A birthday party! I thought, and suddenly I forgave her for everything else.
"Come along now. I hear Tiffany's calling." Vivienne spun on her four-inch heels and headed for the exit, Jason close behind her.
Michael and I both got up. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, right on the frizzy hair that pained Jason so.
"See you tomorrow," he said. "Miss you already."
"Miss you already, too."
I looked ahead and saw my mother's slim, tan legs disappearing into the St. Regis's revolving door. She glanced back. " Jane-Sweetie, come! Tiffany's."
I ran to catch up.
I was always doing that.
Copyright © 2008 by James Patterson
Ellen Archer is an award-winning narrator, actress, and singer. She has performed extensively on the New York stage and in regional theaters across the country in addition to frequent appearances as a soloist with chamber orchestras. Ellen has narrated a number of bestselling audiobooks. She is also a 2007Audie Award winner.
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Alyssa Milano, who also serves as producer, stars as Jane Claremont, who, as a young girl, would accompany her mother Vivian (Stockard Channing) to Tiffany’s in New York every Sunday and bring along her imaginary friend, Michael. Now, 20 years later, Jane is a successful businesswoman, set to marry Hugh (Ivan Sergei), her handsome fiancé, until Michael (Eric Winter) suddenly reappears, all grown up, to warn Jane about the path her life is on. Initially shocked and in disbelief, Jane slowly realizes that not only has Michael returned to her when she needs him most, but he may also be her one true love.