gossip girl 4 英文-第14章

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dramatically；　snatched　her　cocktail　napkin　off　the　table；　and　began　to　shred　it　in　her　lap。　？It　was　
only　on　the　cheek；　but　it　was　still　totally　inappropriate。　I　just　wanted　him　to　remember　me。　You　
know；　you　only　get　a　few　minutes　to　make　an　impression；　but　I　guess　I　went　a　little　overboard。？　
She　looked　up　into　Owen？s　sympathetic　blue　eyes。　？I　don？t　know　what　I　was　thinking。？　

Owen　sipped　his　drink　silently　as　he　considered　the　information。　？I？ll　see　what　I　can　do；？　he　
responded　finally；　but　his　voice　sounded　detached　and　skeptical　now。　

Blair　swallowed。　It　was　pretty　obvious　he　thought　she　was　hopelessly　stupid　and　insane。　Oh；　God。　
She　wasruined　。　


Suddenly　he　broke　into　a　devilish　white…toothed　grin。　？I？m　only　joking；　Blair。　That　doesn？t　
sound　so　bad。　It　was　probably　the　most　memorable；　entertaining　interview　Jason　Anderson　III　has　
ever　had。　Face　it；　he？s　not　the　most　exciting　guy　in　the　world；　and　his　job　has　got　to　be　a　little　
monotonous。　I？m　sure　you　were　the　highlight　of　the　fall　interview　season。？　

？So　you　don？t　think　it？s　hopeless　after　all？？　Blair　asked　in　her　most　tragic　
Audrey…needs…your…help　voice。　

Owen　took　her　small；　ruby…ringed　hand　in　his　large　tanned　one。　？Not　at　all。？　He　cleared　his　
throat。　？Has　anyone　ever　told　you　you　look　a　bit　like　Audrey　Hepburn？？　

Blair　blushed　from　the　roots　of　her　hair　down　to　her　toe…nail　cuticles。　Owen　seemed　to　know　
exactly　the　right　things　to　say；　and　he　looked　so　much　like　Cary　Grant；　it　made　her　dizzy。　His　thick　
gold　wedding　ring　pressed　into　the　bones　on　the　back　of　her　hand。　She　frowned　down　at　it。　If　he　
was　so　married；　what　was　he　doing　holding　her　hand？　

Owen　withdrew　his　hands　and　shifted　in　his　seat；　reading　her　mind。　？Yes；　I？m　married；　but　we？re　
not　together　anymore。？　

Blair　nodded　hesitantly。　It　was　really　none　of　her　business。　Although　if　Cary？Owen？wanted　to　
ask　her　out　again；　she　wouldn？t　exactly　say　no。　

Ask　her　out　again？Was　she　forgetting　this　wasn？t　exactly　a　date？　

？So；　I？m　sure　you　have　to　get　back　to　your　AP　homework　and　all　that。？　Owen　reached　for　her　
hand　again　as　if　he　couldn？t　bear　to　let　her　go。　？But　do　you　mind　if　I　call　you　again　sometime？？　

Blair　hoped　she　lookedexactly　like　Audrey　at　this　very　moment。　Yes；　Owen　was　nearly　her　
father？s　age；　a　lawyer；　aman　；　but　she？d　never　felt　so　strongly　attracted　to　anyone　in　her　life。　Why　
fight　it？　It　was　her　second　semester　of　senior　year。　She？d　worked　hard　throughout　high　school　and　
was　hopefully　getting　into　Yale　soon。　Yes；　seeing　an　older　man　was　crazy　and　irresponsible；　but　it　
was　about　time　she　had　a　little　fun。　

？Sure。？　She　smiled　and　cocked　her　neatly　plucked　right　eyebrow　theatrically。　？I？d　like　that。？　

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protect　the　innocent。　Namely；　me。　


　hey　people！　

Teen　heiress　sells　horses　for　drugs！　

Last　night　I　was　out　at　that　new　club　on　Harrison；　and　between　sips　of　the　club？s　signature　？adult？　
version　of　the　Shirley　Temple　I　got　the　latest　scoop　on　one　of　my　nursery…school　classmates。　
Although　she？s　heir　to　the　largest　lumber　fortune　in　the　entire　world；　she　was　recently　caught　
selling　her　show　horses　for　drug　money。　Apparently　she　doesn？t　e　into　her　inheritance　until　
she？s　eighteen　and　only　gets　a　？small？　monthly　allowance。　She　was　short　on　cash；　so　she　took　
Guns？n？Roses；　her　prized　show　jumper；　down　to　auction　and　used　the　money　to　buy　some　speed　
or　whatever　she　does。　How　tacky　is　that？　Apparently　her　eighty…year…old　nanny？or　whoever　looks　
after　her　now　that　her　father　has　passed　away　and　her　mother　has　moved　to　Sandy　Lane　in　
Barbados？found　out　about　the　horse　and　sent　my　old　friend　straight　to　rehab。　

Sounds　like　rehab　is　the　place　to　be　this　winter！　

　Fashion　Week：　the　lowdown　

Expect　to　freeze　your　ass　off　while　trying　to　hail　a　cab。　Expect　to　wait　an　hour　for　a　show　to　start　
only　to　be　told　that　the　show　is　runninganother　hour　late。　Expect　to　see　lots　of　Botoxed；　
fake…tanned；　anorexic　girls　trying　not　notice　that　they　all　wore　the　same　thing　to　the　same　show；　
and　lots　of　gay　men　wearing　more　perfume　than　the　girls。　Expect　to　find　out　that　those　ugly…ass　
cargo　pants　with　tapered　legs　are　back　in　styleagain　。　Expect　to　be　envious　of　the　pouty…lipped；　
giraffe…legged　models　who　actually　look　good　in　them。　Expect　to　be　annoyed　by　heavily　made…up；　
fur…wearing　women　who　bring　their　little　Louis　Vuitton　collar？wearing　French　bulldogs　to　the　
show　in　matching　Louis　Vuitton　handbags。　Expect　to　be　dying　for　the　after…party　to　start　so　you　
can　smoke。　Expect　the　after…parties　to　be　truly　mind…blowing。　Expect　not　to　remember　what　
happened　the　morning　after。

　Your　e…mail　

Q：？　？　Dear　GG；　

I　was　walking　by　the　bar　in　the　pton　Hotel　last　night　and　I　saw　B　with　this　man　who　I　
recognize　from　my　building。　He　has　a　daughter　who？s　like　in　ninth　or　tenth　grade　at　my　school。　
What？s　that　all　about？

　？Tom

　A：？　？　Hey　Tom；　

Who　knows　what　she　was　up　to；　but　can？t　you　totally　see　B　as　some　poor　girl？s　evil　stepmom？　


　？GG　
Q：？　？　Dear　G…Dawg；　
Can　I　just　say　that　you　kick　ass！　Also；　I　heard　N　is　going　to　that　fancy　rehab　up　in　Greenwich。　


My　cousin　went　there　and　came　back　more　messed　up　than　before。　

　？F。B。　

A：？　？　Dear　F。B。；　

Thanks　for　the　pliment；　although　I　don？t　know　if　I　dig　the　whole　？G…Dawg？　thing。　And　

whatever　happens　to　N　in　rehab；　they　can？t　take　away　his　soul　or　his　divine　beauty！　

　？GG　

　Sightings　

Nand　his　parents　having　a　tour　of　that　stylin？　new　rehab　clinic　inGreenwich　。C　having　his　nails　
done　atCoin　；　an　all…male　spa　in　Chelsea。　No　kidding。S　picking　up　a　custom…made　baby　tee　at　one　
of　those　customized　T…shirt　places　inChinatown　。B　standing　in　front　ofTiffany　；　drinking　out　of　a　
paper　cup　and　eating　a　Danish；　just　like　

Audrey　HepburninBreakfast　at　Tiffany？s；　exceptB　was　wearing　her　gray　school　uniform　instead　
of　a　blackChristian　Dior　evening　gown。K　andI　putting　up　NOLOITERINGsigns　around　theLes　
Best　tent。　It　looks　like　they　actuallyvolunteered　their　services　so　they　could　get　good　seats。　

It？s　supposed　to　snow　like　crazy　this　weekend　but　has　that　ever　stopped　us？　See　you　in　the　front　
row！　

You　know　you　love　me。　

　gossip　girl　

kindred　spirits　connect　in　rehab　

？Has　everyone　heard　about　the　snowstorm？　We？re　supposed　to　get　four　feet　by　midnight！？　Jackie　
Davis；　Nate？s　teen　group　facilitator　at　the　Breakaway　Rehabilitation　Center；　rubbed　her　hands　
together　as　if　the　idea　of　being　snowed　in　with　all　these　rich　derelicts　was　her　idea　of　a　rocking　
good　time。　


After　Nate　had　gotten　busted　in　the　park；　his　father　and　Saul　Burns；　the　family　lawyer；　had　e　
to　fetch　him　at　the　precinct。　Nate？s　father；　a　stern；　silver…haired　navy　captain　who　handled　
emergencies　with　crisp；　efficient　formality；　had　paid　the　fine　of　three　thousand　dollars　and　
cosigned　an　agreement　that　Nate　would　immediately　attend　a　drug　rehabilitation　program　for　a　
minimum　of　ten　hours　per　week。　That　meant　Nate　was　going　to　have　to　ride　the　train　out　to　
Greenwich；　Connecticut；　five　days　a　week　for　counseling　and　group　therapy。　

？Just　think　of　it　as　a　job；　son；？　Saul　Burns　had　tried　to　reassure　him。　？An　after…school　job。？　
Captain　Archibald　hadn？t　said　anything。　It　was　pretty　clear　that　Nate　had　disappointed　him　beyond　
words。　Luckily　Nate？s　mother　had　been　in　Monte　Carlo　visiting　her　thrice…divorced　sister。　When　
Nate　had　relayed　the　sordid　tale　over　the　phone　she？d　shrieked　and　wept；　smoked　five　cigarettes　in　
rapid　succession；　and　then　broken　her　champagne　glass。　She　was　always　a　little　dramatic。　After　all；　
she　was　French。　

？All　right。　Let？s　start　out　by　going　around　the　circle；？　Jackie　instructed　in　a　sunny　voice；　as　if　
this　were　the　first　day　of　nursery　school。　？Tell　us　your　name　and　explain　why　you？re　here。　Keep　it　
short；　please。？　She　nodded　at　Nate　to　start；　since　he　was　sitting　directly　to　her　right。　

Nate　shifted　unfortably　in　his　Eames　chair。　All　the　furniture　at　the　posh　Greenwich；　
Connecticut；　rehab　cli