gossip girl 10 英文-第19部分

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vintage　hunter　green　Aston　Martin；　top　still　down；　dewy　and　shining　in　the　gray…gold　morning　
light。　She　strode　toward　it　purposefully；　popped　open　the　glove　partment；　and　left　the　
envelope　inside；　faceup。　

Somebody？s　in　for　a　big　surprise。　

？　

Air　Mail　…　Par　Avion　…　July　14　

　Dear　Dan；　

Wow？that？s　some　big　news！　Maybe　we　can　go　shopping　together　when　I　get　back？　Or　
ice…skating？　Do　you　like　stuff　like　that　now？　

I　was　talking　to　Mom　about　it　and　she　said　that　when　you　were　little　you　were　always　hiding　in　
her　closet；　trying　on　her　sequined　dresses　from　the　seventies。　Isn？t　that　funny？　Congratulations　on　
finally　ing　out　of　the　closet！　

I　love　you！　

　Jenny　


my　baby　takes　the　morning　train　

？I？m　home；？　Vanessa　whispered　as　she　quietly　shuffled　into　Dan？s　sprawling　Upper　West　Side　
apartment。　She　care…fully　deposited　her　backpack　on　an　armchair　laden　with　winter　coats　even　
though　it　was　July。　It　was　only　eight　o？clock　in　the　morning　and　it　didn？t　seem　fair　to　wake　the　
whole　household　just　to　announce　her　definitely　untriumphant　return。　How　many　times　would　she　
slink　back　here？　It　was　basically　the　only　place　she　had　in　the　world　to　call　home；　and　already　
she？d　had　to　retreat　there　a　distressing　number　of　times　in　the　past　few　weeks：　first；　after　being　
unceremoniously　evicted　from　the　Williamsburg　apartment；　then　after　being　fired　from　her　first　
real　job　working　onBreakfast　at　Fred？s；　and　now　after　narrowly　escaping　a　stint　as　a　careless　
nanny　and　then　vapid　muse　to　the　maniacally　enthusiastic　Bailey　Winter。　

　Some　summer！　

　？Who？s　there？？　

Slightly　startled　to　hear　Dan？s　voice？at　least　itsounded　like　Dan？so　early　in　the　morning；　Vanessa　
squinted　into　the　still…dark　hallway。　？Dan？　It？s　me。Vanessa。？　

？Vanessa；？　Dan　muttered　sadly。　He　was　paler　than　usual；　and　his　cheeks　had　a　dusting　of　
irregular　stubble　over　them；　like　he？d　started　to　shave　and　then　changed　his　mind。　
Eggplant…colored　circles　ringed　his　eyes；　and　he　was　clutching　an　unlit　cigarette　in　his　hand　as　if　
he？d　forgotten　to　light　it　and　then　forgotten　it　was　there。　

Wow？someone　really　isn？t　a　morning　person。　

？Dan？　You　look　like？？　She　paused；　taking　in　the　oily　sheen　of　his　unwashed；　matted　hair。　She　
was　suddenly　over…whelmed　with　the　feeling　of　wanting　to　draw　him　a　bath　and　make　him　some　
oatmeal。　She　vaulted　forward；　sweeping　him　up　in　her　arms。　He　smelled　like　musty　cigarettes　and　
armpit；　but　for　some　reason　Vanessa　still　found　it　forting。　But　just　as　she　leaned　in　a　little　
closer；　smelling　his　spottily　shaven　neck；　he　stepped　out　of　her　embrace。　？Are　you　okay？？　she　
demanded；　concerned。　

？I　don？t　know。？　Dan　stuck　the　unlit　cigarette　into　the　corner　of　his　mouth　and　patted　his　pockets　
miserably。　？I　can？t　find　my　lighter。？　He　sounded　almost　on　the　verge　of　tears。　

？Your　lighter？？　It　didn？t　sound　like　that　was　his　only　problem。　Poor　Dan；　sometimes　he　took　
imitating　Keats　a　little　too　much　to　heart。　

？It　doesn？t　matter。？　Dan　removed　the　cigarette　from　his　mouth　and　tucked　it　behind　his　ear；　
where　a　mass　of　his　slick；　dirty　hair　kept　it　in　place。　？I？m　going　to　make　some　coffee。You　want　
some？？　

Really；　all　she　wanted　to　do　was　collapse　into　bed；　possibly　with　Dan；　but　he　was　acting　entirely　


bizarre。　Plus　he　smelled　weird。　

？Coffee　sounds　good。？　Vanessa　placed　her　arm　gently　around　Dan？s　shoulders；　as　though　he　was　
a　delicate　waif　in　need　of　forting。　She　led　him　down　the　brown…rice…colored　hallway　toward　
the　kitchen。　？MaybeI？ll　make　it；　and　you　can　just　sit　and　tell　me　why　you？re　such　a　mess。？　

Dan　shuffled　down　the　hallway　after　her　but　hadn？t　even　made　it　to　the　kitchen　before　the　words　
exploded　out　of　him。　？I　let　this　dude　I　met　at　the　Strand　kiss　me。We　started　a　salon　together。　I？m　
gay。　My　dad　said　he　did　some　gay　stuff　when　he　was　hanging　out　with　poets　back　in　the　day；　but　
me？I？m　really　gay。？　

Vanessa　brushed　past　him　and　into　the　kitchen。　She　unscrewed　the　lid　on　the　mercial…size　jar　
of　Folgers　crystals　on　the　counter。　Dan　sat　down　at　the　worn　Formica　table　and　sank　his　head　in　
his　hands。　

？What　do　you　mean　you　？started　a　salon？？？　she　demanded；　totally　ignoring　the　gay　part　of　the　
equation。　？You？re　Mr。　Never　Get　a　Real　Haircut。What　do　you　know　about　salons？？　

Dan　had　to　smile。　？No；　a　literary　salon。　Asa　lon；？　he　repeated　with　the　correct　intonation。　He　
stopped　smiling。　God；　he　sounded　gay。　？There　were　lots　of　pretty　girls　at　our　first　meeting；　and　
they　were　kissing　each　other　too。？　He　frowned；　totally　confused。　？But　I　kissed　Greg。？　

Vanessa　microwaved　a　pitcher　of　water　and　poured　it　out　into　two　mismatched　mugs；　stirring　in　
spoonfuls　of　instant　coffee。　She　took　a　sip　and　made　a　face。　Christ；　Folgers　fucking　tasted　like　dog　
piss　after　all　the　amazing　coffee　she？d　been　drinking　in　the　Hamptons。　

？So　let　me　get　this　straight。？　She　took　another　sip　of　the　acrid　coffee　and　looked　across　the　room；　
past　the　mountain　of　unwashed　dishes　and　the　bowl　of　deposing　bananas　to　the　rickety　stool　
where　Dan　was　perched　miserably。　？No　pun　intended。？　

？Ha；？　Dan　said　joylessly。　

？So　。　。　。　you？re　gay。　You。　Dan　Humphrey。　Gay。　Not　gay　happy…gay。　Gay…gay。　Gay；　
I…like…to…kiss…boys　gay。？Vanessa　raised　her　dark　eyebrows　doubtfully。　

？I　wouldn？t　exactly　say　Ilike　to　kiss　boys。？　Dan　frowned。　？But　I　did。？　

Jesus。　She？d　only　been　gone　three　days　and　Dan　had　already　met　someone　else。　Girl；　boy；　
monkey。　It　just　seemed　kind　of　fast。　？Well；　I　ate　a　salad　once。　Doesn？t　mean　I？m　a　vegetarian。？　

？It？s　not　that　simple。　I　got　a　postcard　from　Jenny　that　said　my　mom　said　I　used　to　wear　dresses　
when　I　was　a　kid。？　Dan　ran　his　fingers　through　his　hair；　inadvertently　destroying　the　cigarette　he？d　
tucked　behind　his　ear　only　a　few　minutes　before。　？Shit。？　


？It　kind　ofis　simple；　Dan。　Look；　you？re　either　gay　or　you？re　not。　Or　。　。　。？　Vanessa　paused；　
considering　this　third　option。　？You？re　bi。　Maybe　that？s　what　it　is。You？re　just　。　。　。　exploring。　
Discovering　yourself。？　

？Do　you　think　so？？　Dan？s　face　brightened　momentarily。　？I　mean；　Greg？s　nice。　We　like　the　same　
things。　But　last　night；　when　he　was　here；　it　totally　freaked　me　out。　And　I　didn？t　kiss　him　again。　I　
just　couldn？t。？　

Part　of　Vanessa　still　wanted　to　be　annoyed　Dan　had　been　kissing　someone　else　while　she　had　
been；ew；　considering　Chuck　Bass　as　a　substitute　for　Dan；　but　she　couldn？t　help　but　be　moved　by　
his　pathetic　state　of　total　confusion。　The　little　furrow　in　his　brow　looked　like　it　had　been　there　for　
days；　and　the　defeated　slope　of　his　shoulders　made　her　want　to　carry　him　to　his　room　and　tuck　him　
in　like　a　baby。　And　then　do　it　with　him。　

But　she　brushed　that　thought　aside　for　a　moment。　Dan　was　gay；　or　maybe　bi。　But　he？d　also　been　
a　lot　of　other　things　at　different　times：　a　toast…of…the…town　literary　sensation；　a　one…night…only　rock　
god；　a　rebellious　senior　graduation　speaker；　a　fitness　freak。　Now　he　was　gay。　It　couldn？t　possibly　
last　longer　than　any　of　his　other　phases；　and　when　he　got　tired　of　being　gay　or　he　realized　that　
being　gay　would　mean　actually　kissing　guys　and　not　girls？her　in　particular？well；　she？d　be　in　the　
bedroom　right　next　door。　

？Look；　Dan。？　Vanessa　poured　the　rest　of　her　bitter　coffee　into　the　crowded　sink　and　left　her　mug　
on　the　countertop。　？You　need　to　stop　being　so　hard　on　yourself。　I　mean；　there？s　nothingwrong　with　
being　gay；　is　there？？　

？Of　course　not！　Thomas　Mann　was　gay。　And　he　won　the　Nobel　Prize。？　

？Right。？　Vanessa　grinned；　pleased　to　hear　Dan　sounding　a　little　more　like　himself。　So　predictable；　
so　easily　influenced。　Let　him　get　this　gay　stuff　out　of　his　system；　she　could　wait。　？So　。。。I？d　love　to　
meet　this　Greg　guy。？　

？Yeah？？　Dan　responded　skeptically。　？Really？？　

？Yeah。？　Vanessa　squeezed　his　shoulder。　Now　that　Dan　was　gay；　she　could　do　things　like　sit　on　his　
lap；　right？　She　decided　to　try　it。　？Really；？　she　added；　perching　on　Dan？s　bony　knee。　Dan　slipped　
his　arms　around　her　waist　and　buried　his　nose　between　her　shoulder　blades。　

？Thanks；？　he　said；　his　voice　muffled。　？You？re　my　hero。？　

Hey；　maybe　he　reallyis　gay。　


nice　e…mail　address；　buddy　。　。　。　
TO：　Song　of　Myself　
FROM：　Greg　P。　
Re：　Song　of　Myself？s　Next　Meeting！　
Dear　Friends；　
I　hope　you　enjoyed　getting　together　as　much　as　I　did。　I？m　happy　to　report　that　our　first　


get…together　has　already　resulted　in　some　burgeoning　romances？a　happy　consequence　of　bringing　
together　so　many　like…minded　creative　individuals。　I　hope　we　can　continue　to　inspire　and　excite　
one　another　at　all　ourmeetings！　

For　our　next　get…together；　please　bring　along　your　favorite　work　of　Shakespeare　and　we？ll　take　
turns　reading　aloud。　You　show　me　yours　and　I？ll　show　you　mine！　
Yours　in　love　and　iambic　pentameter；　
Greg　

on　the　road　again　

　？Pull　over！？　

？What？？　The　one　disadvantage　of　his　dad？s　convertible　was　that　it　made　having　a　conversation　
while　driving　almost　impossible。　Nate　turned　to　see　Blair　frantically　pointing　at　a　sign　announcing　
one　of　those　cheesy　scenic　overlooks　where　a　couple　of　minivans　were　already　parked　along　the　
shoulder。　

Bo…ring。　

？You　want　me　to　stop？？　Nate　had　already　slowed　and　was　pulling　over。　He　knew　better　than　to　
argue　with　Blair。　

？It？ll　be　funny。？　Blair　dug　into　her　hastily　packed　Coach　straw　carryall　and　unearthed　a　digital　
camera。　？I　swiped　it　from　Serena？s　house。　I　hope　she？s　not　too　pissed。？　

Nate　frowned　at　the　mention　of　Serena？s　name。　He　was　still　feeling　a　little　guilty　about　sneaking　
out　of　Serena？s　place　without　saying　goodbye？and　on　her　birthday。　Blair　had　persuaded　him　that　
Serena　wouldn？t　have　wanted　a　morning　wake…up　call；　birthday　or　no　birthday；　and　chances　were　


she　hadn？t　gone　to　bed　alone　anyway。　And　it　was　her　house；　so　it　wasn？t　like　they？d　just　ditched　
her　in　the　middle　of　nowhere。　

Whatever　you　need　to　tell　yourself。　

Before　Nate　had　even　turned　off　the　car；　Blair　had　already　slipped　out　of　her　seat　and　skipped　
toward　the　low　stone　wall　that　separated　the　parking　area　from　the　dramatic　drop…off　into　a　deep；　
tree…lined　valley　below。　She　was　wearing　the　tiniest　white　shorts　he　had　ever　seen；　an