gossip girl 11 英文-第25部分

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Maybe　he　could　be　a　little　more　conscious　of　the　fact　that　she　was　giving　him　a　second　chance；　
that　sheneeded　to　keep　her　dreams　intact。　


She　shook　the　lap　desk　up　and　down；　trying　to　figure　out　what　was　in　it；　and　then　sat　down　
cross…legged　on　the　floor；　placing　it　on　her　lap　and　mock…writing　on　it。　Nate　couldn？t　help　but　
smile；　watching　her　fake…scribble　so　intently　like　a　little　kid。　

Blair　signed　her　pretend　letter　with　a　flourish　and　then　tossed　the　lap　desk　back　on　a　shelf。　Nate　
had　never　met　anyone　who　knew　so　clearly　what　she　wanted　or　didn？t　want。　Each　object　she　
tossed　into　that　laundry　basket　somehow　fit　perfectly　into　the　life　she　had　mapped　out　for　herself　
years　ago。　But　to　him　the　color…coordinated　pencil　holders；　the　shower　totes；　and　the　dry…erase　
message　boards　looked　like　a　bunch　of　useless　junk；　stuff　he？d　never　use　in　a　place　he　couldn？t　
even　picture。Yale　was　Blair？s　dream；　not　his。　

？Okay；　I　think　we？re　done　here。？　She　pulled　a　list　out　of　her　oversize　brown　leather　Chlo？　bag　
and　examined　it　carefully　to　make　sure　she　hadn？t　forgotten　anything。

　Unlikely。　

She　led　the　way　to　the　register；　where　she　snatched　up　a　little　metal　hook　attached　to　a　suction　
cup。　？For　your　razor；？　she　explained。　Nate　nodded　in　silence；　his　shoulders　slouching　under　the　
weight　of　the　heavy　laundry　basket。　As　crazy　as　Blair　was；　the　fact　that　she　was　trying　to　squeeze　
him　into　her　tiny　dorm　room　made　him　fall　in　love　with　her　all　over　again。　Jesus；　life　was　
confusing。　

If　only　those　people　in　their　neat　blue　aprons　could　help。　

speak　your　mind；　and　the　rest　will　follow　

It　was　a　ridiculously　hot　day　in　Prospect　Park。　Picnickers　found　shade　underneath　leafy　green　
trees；　and　small　children　ran　around　wearing　as　little　clothing　as　possible。　The　lake　in　the　middle　
of　the　park　was　surrounded　by　people　looking　longingly　at　the　water；　wishing　it　were　swimmable；　
and　the　dog　beach　was　filled　with　wet　pooches　splashing　and　slobbering　as　their　owners　tried　to　
keep　up　with　them；　leashes　tangling　into　one　huge　knot。　

Tiny　beads　of　sweat　trickled　down　Vanessa？s　back　as　she　unloaded　food　from　coolers　onto　a　
picnic　table　near　the　lake；　its　white　tablecloth　flapping　in　the　breeze。　She　wiped　a　hand　across　her　
brow；　wishing　the　wind　were　stronger。　At　least　she？d　ditched　that　hot；　itchy　blond　wig。　Her　crazy　
night　of　table　dancing　at　Coyote　Ugly　had　been　a　lot　of　fun；　but　her　wicked　hangover　the　next　
morning；　bined　with　her　reflection　in　the　mirror；　was　positively　sobering。　With　black　mascara　
streaked　all　over　her　face；　red　lipstick　smeared　clownlike　around　her　mouth；　and　the　blond　wig　
hanging　off　her　head　like　a　dead　animal；　Vanessa　hadn？t　felt　sexy　anymore？she？d　just　felt　like　
roadkill。　Today；　she　was　back　to　her　trademark　shorn　scalp　and　black　bat　boots；　though　she　
had　worn　a　sky　blue　Betsey　Johnson　party　dress　for　the　occasion？Blair？s　influence；　of　course。　


　Of　course。　

She　pulled　a　tray　covered　in　tinfoil　from　the　last　cooler　and　peeked　inside。　Her　sister？s　famous　
soy…tempeh　lasagna。　Of　course　the　wedding　food　was　gross？other　than　Vanessa；　the　entire　Abrams　
family　was　vegetarian。　It　would　be　the　first　time　she？d　seen　her　parents　since　their　visit　in　March；　
when　their　？found　art？　exhibit　was　on　display　at　a　gallery　in　the　city。　The　exhibit　had　rather　
memorably　included　a　chain　of　metal　cheese　graters　tacked　to　a　wall　and　a　live　horse；　eating　
Caesar　salad　from　a　wooden　bowl　and　pooping　freely　on　the　floor。　During　her　parents？　short　stay；　
her　father　had　even　worn　his　full…length　hemp　skirt　to　a　fancy　party　on　Fifth　Avenue。　

So　that？s　what　started　the　men…in…skirts　trend。　

？Eggplant！？　Vanessa？s　mother？s　voice　rang　out；　calling　her　by　her　childhood　nickname。　Gabriela　
Abrams　wore　a　brown…and…yellow　African　tribal　robe　despite　the　heat；　and　white　ribbons　tied　at　
the　ends　of　her　long　braided　gray　pigtails。　She　looked　like　a　cross　between　Gandhi　and　Little　Bo　
Peep。　

？Hey　Mom；？　Vanessa　mumbled　as　her　mother　threw　her　arms　around　her。　The　robe　was　stiff　and　
scratched　Vanessa？s　bare　arms。　

Arlo　Abrams　appeared　from　behind　Gabriela　and　joined　in　on　the　hug。　？This　place　has　good　chi；？　
he　noted　approvingly；　pecking　Vanessa　quickly　on　the　cheek。　His　long　gray　hair　was　braided　down　
his　back　with　another　white　ribbon　tied　in　a　bow　at　the　bottom；　and　his　body　was　cloaked　in　what　
appeared　to　be　a　white　linen　bathrobe。　It　was　no　surprise　that　Vanessa？s　parents　had　similar　
clothes　and　hair…styles。　If　Gabriela　didn？t　dress　Arlo；　he？d　simply　walk　around　naked。　

Let？s　hope　nothing　ever　happens　to　her。　

Vanessa　fidgeted；　smothered　by　her　parents？　embrace。　Vanessa　looked　over　her　dad？s　shoulder　
and　spotted　Dan　approaching　from　a　distance；　wearing　a　stiff　blue　button…down　shirt　and　tie。　She　
didn？t　even　know　heowned　a　tie。　Her　stomach　flip…flopped　when　she　saw　him；　and　she　suddenly　
wished　she？d　eaten　breakfast　that　morning　instead　of　drinking　the　Humphreys？　gross　instant　
coffee。　

Don？t　worry？there？s　plenty　of　tempeh　lasagna　to　go　around。　

？Mom；　Dad；　why　don？t　you　sit　over　here？？　She　ushered　her　parents　toward　one　of　the　picnic　
tables　arranged　alongside　the　grass　aisle；　wiping　the　sweat　off　her　brow。　？I　have　to　talk　to　Ruby　
and　Piotr。？　She　glanced　at　the　two　lovebirds　who　were　standing　at　the　makeshift　altar/oak　tree；　
trying　to　keep　their　hands　off　each　other　and　not　doing　a　very　good　job。　In　their　usual　
unconventional　manner；　her　parents　chose　to　perch　on　top　of　the　picnic　table　rather　than　sit　on　the　
bench。　


？Our　little　girl？s　a　maid　of　honor！？　her　mother　cried；　pulling　a　woven　burlap　handkerchief　out　
from　between　her　breasts。　

Her　father　put　his　hand　on　his　wife？s　knee　and　squeezed　it。　？Now；　Gabriela；　save　your　juices　for　
the　wedding！？　Vanessa　made　her　way　down　the　aisle；　wondering　if　that？s　what　happened　to　you　
when　you　stayed　in　the　woods　of　Vermont　for　too　long。　

Dan　wove　his　way　around　picnic　tables　decorated　with　white　balloons；　hoping　he？d　have　time　to　
stick　napkins　in　his　armpits　to　sop　up　the　sweat　trickling　down　his　sides　and　staining　his　light　blue　
oxford　shirt　before　reading　his　poem。　

？Isn？t　this　romantic？？　Jenny？s　voice　broke　through　his　thoughts。　She　gazed　up　at　the　trees　as　she　
walked；　a　dreamy　expression　on　her　round；　freckled　face。　She　was　wearing　a　pink；　gauzy　sundress　
that　looked　a　heck　of　a　lot　more　fortable　than　the　long…sleeve　button…down　shirt　and　tie　Dan　
had　worn　for　the　occasion。　？Easy　for　you　to　say；　little　Miss　Barely　There　Sundress。？　He　grunted　
and　tried　to　unstick　his　shirt　from　his　sweaty　back。　

？Oh；　eon　；　Dan；？　Jenny　scoffed。　？Don？t　you　just　think　weddings　are　the　most　amazing　
things？？　Actually；　he　did。　There　was　something　really　romantic　about　watching　two　people　stand　
up　in　front　of　their　friends　and　family　and　promise　to　stay　together　forever。　It　was　almost　。　。　。　noble。　
What　would　it　be　like　to　have　someone　who　loved　him　enough　to　want　to　be　with　him　
forever？　？Yeah；　I　guess　so；？　Dan　mumbled；　weaving　around　a　suspicious…looking　clod　of　dirt。　

They　approached　a　large　oak　tree　with　rose　petals　sprinkled　at　its　roots。　Piotr　stood　beneath　the　
tree；　wearing　a　canary…yellow　tuxedo　and　holding　onto　Ruby？s　hand。　She　wore　an　antique…looking　
ivory…colored　dress　with　a　hot…pink　sash　around　the　middle。　And　next　to　her　was　Vanessa；　looking　
beautiful　in　a　slinky　blue　slip　dress。　Dan　looked　down　at　her　feet？　she　was　wearing　her　trademark　
bat　boots。　At　least　some　things　never　changed。　Dan　dropped　Jenny？s　arm　and　moved　closer；　
taking　in　the　curve　of　Vanessa？s　hips　swaying　under　the　thin　material　of　the　dress。　He　felt　his　
pulse　start　to　race。　

？Hey。？　Vanessa？s　throaty　voice　broke　into　his　thoughts；　and　he　realized　his　feet　had　brought　him　
directly　in　front　of　her。　Ruby　stood　behind　her；　madly　kissing　Piotr　even　though　there　had　been　
no　？You　may　kiss　the　bride？　yet。　The　ceremony　hadn？t　even　begun。　

？Hey。？　Dan　smiled　shyly。　？You　look　。　。　。　uh；　nice。？　Damn。　He　was　a　poet；　and　he　couldn？t　e　
up　with　anything　better　than　？nice？？　

Roses　are　red；　violets　are　blue；　your　lips　are　real　nice；　and　so　are　you！　

She　smiled　back　shyly。　？Um　。　。　。　just