天锡小说网

第27部分（第4页）

Yum。

？Foul；？　Blair　muttered　aloud　while　still　trying　to　hold　her　breath。　How　she　longed　for　the

immaculate　putty…colored　marble　lobby　of　the　Seventy…second　Street　full…service；　white…glove；

luxury　apartment　building　where　she？d　lived　until　now。　Oh；　how　she　missed　the　sweep　of　the

doorman？s　hunter　green　wool　cape　as　he　opened　the　door　to　her　cab　and　helped　her　with　her　bags；

shielding　her　from　the　rain　with　his　enormous　black　umbrella。　How　she　yearned　for　the　hum　of　the

burgundy　velvet…upholstered…elevator　as　it　whisked　her　up　to　the　penthouse。

The　black…painted　door　to　the　apartment　was　standing　open；　shedding　little　chips　of　old　black

paint　onto　the　dusty　cement　floor　of　the　hallway。　？Honey；　I？m　home！？　Blair　called　out　tentatively

as　she　stepped　inside　the　apartment　that　she？d　gladly　redecorated　only　a　few　weeks　before　in

shades　of　lavender；　dove　gray；　and　celery。　The　small；　low…ceilinged　one…bedroom　looked　so　much

prettier　than　it　had　when　she？d　moved　in；　especially　without　those　revolting　black　sheets　in　the

windows。　She　and　Vanessa　had　even　bonded？they　really　had。　And　it　was　fun　to　live　somewhere　so

different　from　the　place　where　she？d　grown　up。　Really；　it　was。　But　she　was　still　a　little　homesick。

After　all；　Isn？t　She　Lovely　was　hardly　a　replacement　for　Barneys。

？Oh；yeah　。　Oh；yeah　。　Oh；yes　！？　a　boy？s　voice；　hoarse　with　ecstasy；　echoed　down　the　back

stairway　and　into　the　apartment。

Ew。

Blair？s　lips　curled　into　a　grimace。　Vanessa　and　Aaron　were　at　it　again；　up　on　the　roof。　Not　that

they　hadn？t　spent　the　entire　night　last　night　moaning　and　howling　like　wild　dogs。　Blair？s　stomach

turned　and　she　poured　herself　a　glass　of　water　from　the　Brita　filter　she？d　bought　because　she

didn？t　trust　the　water　in　Brooklyn。　Since　breaking　up　with　Nate；　she　hadn？t　once　made　herself

sick？that　would　be　the　ultimate　sign　of　weakness；　and　she　was　no　longer　weak？but　the　image　of

Vanessa　and　Aaron；　their　shaved　heads　locked　and　their　pale　bodies　thrashing　up　on　the　roof　in

broad　daylight；　was　too　similar　to　the　image　of　Serena　and　Nate　thrashing　around　in　Isabel

Coates？s　pool　house　bathtub。　It　was　enough　to　make　her　want　to　violently　hurl　the　mango

smoothie　she？d　drunk　three　hours　ago。

Gulping　her　glass　of　water；　she　gripped　the　cracked　white　Formica　countertop　to　steady　herself。

On　the　ancient　electric　stove　was　a　pot　of　stale　water　with　two　cold；　gray…pink　tofu　dogs　lolling

inside？leftovers　from　her　stepbrother　Aaron？s　disgusting　breakfast；　or　lunch；　or　dinner。　What　with

the　awful　dresses　in　the　store　across　the　street；　the　yucky…smelling　entryway；　the　moaning　sex

from　the　rooftop　that　was　supposed　to　be　reserved　for　twilight　v&t？s　with　V