gossip girl 11 英文-第42部分

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was　still　mad　as　hell　at　her　sister　and　wasn？t　about　to　forgive　her　without　first　receiving　some　
serious　ass…kissing。　She　crossed　her　arms　over　her　chest；　waiting　for　Ruby？s　apology。　Maybe　she　
and　Piotr　had　broken　up　and　she　wanted　Vanessa　to　move　back　to　Williamsburg　and　into　her　old　
room。　She　could　almost　smell　the　sweet；　burnt　scent　of　the　sugar　factory　directly　across　the　street　
from　their　apartment。　Soon　she？d　be　having　breakfast　at　Eat　and　late…night　coffee　at　Diner　
surrounded　by　pale；　skinny　boys　with　hair　that　looked　like　it　had　been　cut　with　a　butter　knife；　her　
days　of　decoding　Dan？s　flip…flopping　sexuality　finally　over。　。　。　。　

？Listen；　V；　I？m　sorry　I？ve　been　out　of　touch　for　so　long；　but　I？ve　just　been　really　busy。　。　。　。？　
Vanessa　gripped　the　receiver　with　one　hand　and　stuffed　a　pillow　back　into　its　case　with　the　other。　
Right。　She？d　probably　been　busy　holding　Piotr？sbrush　。　Ick。　Vanessa　shivered　at　her　own　
perverted　thought　and　threw　the　pillow　onto　the　almost…made　bed。　Dan　sat　on　the　end　of　the　bed；　
eavesdropping　and　examining　his　fingernails　in　a　typically　gay　way。　

？Piotr？s　working　on　a　new　series　of　paintings　and　he？s　been　using　me　as　a　model？I　can？t　wait　for　


you　to　see　them。？　Scowling　at　the　receiver；　Vanessa　stomped　out　of　the　room。　Okay；　so　Piotr　was　
still　in　the　picture。　And　presumably　he　was　still　using　Vanessa？s　room　as　his　studio。　But　maybe　
Ruby　wanted　her　to　move　back　in　anyway：　she　could　get　a　cot　or　something。　She　walked　down　the　
long　crumbly　hallway　to　the　kitchen　and　began　to　spoon　granules　of　Folgers　into　a　lumpy　yellow　
ceramic　mug　Dan？s　mom　had　sent　over　from　Europe　ages　ago。　

？Um；　sure；　I？ll　check　the　paintings　out　at　some　point。　。　。　

。？　The　last　she？d　heard　about　Piotr？s　？art；？　he？d　been　doing　a　series　of　paintings　of　？monolithic　
nudes　and　their　canines。？　She　pictured　a　huge　canvas　of　Ruby　naked；　astride　a　slobbering　German　
shepherd。　Not　exactly　her　idea　of　？art。？　This　from　the　girl　who　prefers　photographs　of　dead　
pigeons　and　spat…out　gum？　

？Anyway；？　Ruby　went　on；　her　voice　as　breathless　as　if　she？d　been　running　the　10K；　？That？s　not　
the　reallybig　news。　Are　you　sitting　down？？　？Yeah；？　Vanessa　lied；　distractedly　placing　her　ceramic　
cup　in　the　microwave　and　setting　the　timer。　

？We？re　getting　married！！！！！？　

？What！？？Vanessa　sank　to　the　floor　in　front　of　the　microwave；　Folgers　crystals　scattering　all　over　
the　linoleum　they？d　just　mopped　this　morning。Married？　ToPiotr　？　They？d　just　met　a　few　months　
ago！　He　made　paintings　of　naked　women　anddogs　！　And　now　he　was　going　to　befamily　？　There　
was　something　seriously　wrong　with　the　world。　

Just　then　Dan？s　mom　glided　into　the　kitchen；　wearing　a　diaphanous；　floor…length　pink　dressing　
gown　embroidered　with　hundreds　of　exotic　birds。　A　pasty；　fragrant　white　cream　that　smelled　like　
pound　cake　covered　every　inch　of　her　face。　Her　fuzzy　pink　slippers　shuffled　against　the　linoleum　
floor。　？Pardon　me；　I　forgot　to　take　my　vitamin　drink！？　Jeanette　whispered；　opening　the　refrigerator　
and　pouring　a　noxious…looking　brown　liquid　into　a　Scooby…Doo　glass。　？Vitamins　are　nature？s　gift　
to　us　all！？　she　trilled。　Vanessa　just　shook　her　head　as　Jeanette　smacked　her　lips　and　started　to　walk　
back　to　Dan？s　room；　drinking　the　disgusting…looking　concoction　and　humming　as　she　went。　

？Vanessa？　Can　you　hear　me？？　Ruby？s　voice　broke　the　silence。　

？Um；　yeah。　Whatever。　I　mean；　congratulations；？　Vanessa　murmured　into　the　phone。　She　looked　
up　to　see　Dan　standing　in　the　doorway。　He　shot　her　a　quizzical　look　and　mouthed；　？Are　you　okay？？　
Vanessa　just　nodded　and　brought　the　phone　closer　to　her　ear。　Ruby　was　still　chattering　away　
happily；　totally　oblivious　to　her　less…than…peppy　response。　

？。　。　。　maid　of　honor；？　Vanessa　heard　her　sister？s　voice　say　over　the　low　hum　of　the　microwave。　

She　sat　up　straighter。　？Maid　ofwhat　？？　she　asked　incredulously。　？Who　are　you？　Where？s　my　
sister？？　Ruby　cackled。　？e　on；　you　know　you？re　dying　to　wear　a　big　Laura　Ashley　dress。？　
Vanessa　got　to　her　feet　just　as　the　microwave　beeped　noisily。　No　fucking　way。　


？So；　will　you　do　it？？　Her　sister？s　voice　rang　in　her　ears。　Slowly；　she　removed　the　mug　from　the　
microwave；　handling　it　carefully　so　that　the　water　wouldn？t　spill　over　and　burn　her。　Although　
maybe　a　third…degree　burn　would　get　her　out　of　any　wedding…related　duties。　

　Tempting。　

Vanessa　sighed。　She　knew　she　couldn？t　say　no　to　her　sister；　even　if　Piotr　did　have　horrible　teeth　
and　bestiality　issues。　

？Yeah；　fine。　Whatever。　I？ll　do　it。？　She　took　a　sip　of　scalding　coffee　and　promptly　spat　it　out　all　
over　her　cargo　pants。　？But　only　if　I　can　wear　my　own　clothes？there？s　no　way　in　hell　I？m　putting　
on　one　of　those　totally　gay　pastel　bridesmaid　dresses。？　She　glanced　over　at　Dan；　who　had　pulled　
the　hot　pink　silk　jumpsuit　out　of　one　of　his　mom？s　bags　and　was　holding　it　in　front　of　his　skinny　
body　as　if　picturing　what　it　would　look　like　on。　She　mouthed；　？Sorry；？　smiling　weakly。　？I　mean；　so　
totallylame　；？　she　said　into　the　phone；　wiping　her　thighs　with　a　ratty　brown　kitchen　towel。　

Ruby　laughed；　and　Vanessa　could　hear　her　mumbling　to　

Piotr　in　the　background　in　some　insane　language　she　couldn？t　understand。　Probably　Martian。　

？Don？t　worry　about　that。　The　ceremony　is　a　week　from　Saturday；　a　picnic　kind　of　thing　at　
Prospect　Park？so　it？s　totally　casual。　Everyone？s　bringing　some　food　and　wearing　their　own　
clothes　anyway。？　Vanessa　could　hear　the　click　of　her　sister？s　lighter　and　then　the　sound　of　her　
exhaling　as　she　blew　out　the　first　drag。　Ruby　never　smoked　before　she　met　Piotr。Was　？Eurotrash？　
a　contagious　disease？　

And　is　there　a　vaccine？　

？Thank　God。？　Vanessa　held　the　coffee　up　to　her　lips；　letting　the　steam　float　over　her　skin。　？You　
really　had　me　worried　there　for　a　second。？　？Listen；　the　bachelorette　party　is　on　Thursday。　You？re　
kind　of　supposed　to　plan　it。　I？ve　got　some　ideas　though；　so　don？t　worry　too　much。？　Bachelorette　
party？Plan　it？　？Yeah；？　Vanessa　managed　to　mumble　while　taking　another　sip　of　her　coffee；　which　
tasted　like　ass。　？I　guess。？　Was　there　some　unwritten　rule　that　all　coffee　in　the　Humphreys？　
apartment　had　to　be　terrible？　

？Of　course　you？re　going　to　film　the　whole　wedding；　too。　And　before　I　forget；　listen？can　you　ask　
Dan　if　he？ll　write　a　poem　to　read　at　the　reception？　You　know；　something　about　love；　that　kind　of　
thing。　Piotr？s　friends　are　planning　some　performance　art；　but　we？d　like　someone　to　read　
something　and　don？t　know　any　other　poets。　It　would　mean　a　lot　to　us。？　Vanessa　snorted　into　the　
phone。　Straight　love　poems　weren？t　exactly　Dan？s　thing。　

？Anyway；　listen；　I　have　to　run？I　have　a　dress　fitting　at　Kleinfeld　first　thing　in　the　morning　and　I　
gotta　get　some　sleep。　Oh；　and　my　last　gig　as　a　single　woman　is　on　Monday　at　the　Galapagos　Art　


Space？if　you？re　free；　e　check　it　out！？　There　was　a　click；　and　then　the　dial　tone　began　buzzing　
rudely　in　Vanessa？s　ear。　Waking　up　early　for　adress　fitting？　Ruby　reallyhad　been　abducted　by　
aliens。　

？My　sister？s　getting　married；？　Vanessa　intoned　flatly；　staring　at　a　postcard　of　some　really　old　
building　in　Prague　that　Jenny　had　sent。　The　building　was　so　pletely　covered　in　pigeon　shit　it　
looked　like　it　was　made　of　wax。　

？Are　youserious　？？　Ruby　was　the　last　person　Dan　ever　thought　would　get　married？except　for　
maybe　Vanessa。　Vanessa　had　told　him　once　that　she　thought　marriage　was　all　about　money　and　
status　and　that　it　always　had　been；　all　throughout　history？in　the　Middle　Ages　it　was　practically　a　
form　of　slavery。　Still；　Dan　had　always　believed　that　someday　he　would　get　to　watch　Vanessa　walk　
moodily　down　the　aisle　in　a　long　black　dress；　carrying　a　bunch　of　brilliant　white　daisies。　He？d　
even　written　a　poem　about　it。　But　now　he　was　gay；　and　gay　marriage　wasn？t　evenlegal　in　New　
York。　

？。　。　。　anyway；　she　wants　you　to　write　a　poem　and　read　it　at　the　ceremony。？Vanessa？s　voice　broke　
into　Dan？s　thoughts。　

？Who？　Me？？　Dan　tied　the　sleeves　of　the　fuchsia　jumpsuit　around　his　shoulders　like　a　cape？that　
was　the　only　way　it　was　ever　going　to　fit。　

？Yeah。？　Vanessa　downed　the　rest　of　her　coffee　in　one　gulp。　？You。　The　one　in　the　cape。？　Supergay？　
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