gossip girl 11 英文-第40章

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My　darling　son　has　recently　had　a　sexual　awakening　and　is　ing　to　terms　with　his　long…latent　
homosexuality。　After　not　seeing　my　dear　boy　for　some　years；　I　want　to　be　there　for　him　in　this　
most　exciting　time；　but　I？m　not　quite　sure　how　to　go　about　it。　I？ve　already　given　him　some　gifts　
relating　to　his　new　identity；　but　I　want　to　domore　。　Hallmark　doesn？t　seem　to　make　an　？I　love　my　
gay　son？　card。　Please　help！

　Sincerely；　

Loving　Mother　of　a　Gay　Son　

　A：Dear　LMGS；　

I？m　going　to　give　you　the　same　advice　I　give　to　anyone　looking　to　celebrate　something　exciting　
and　new：　have　a　party！　And　inviteeveryone　。　There？s　no　better　way　to　say　？I　love　you。？　Plus　it？ll　
give　your　son　the　chance　to　get　all　dolled？er；　dressed？up。　Here？s　to　partying　the　gay　（I　mean　day）　
away！　

　？GG　

　sightings　

Bin　theLa　Perla　store　on　Fifth　Avenue　buying　a　sky　blue　bra…and…thong　set。　Can　the　flames　of　
desire　betweenB　andN　be　waning　already？　We　hope　not？although　I？d　be　happy　to　help　him　out　if　
he？s　bored　with　monogamy。　。　。　。N　sitting　outside　his　town　house　looking　contemplative？or　maybe　
he　was　just　under　the　influence　as　usual。　。　。　。V　at　theNYU　bookstore　on　Washington　Place；　asking　
if　they　had　any　school　logo　T…shirts　in　black　instead　of　their　trademark　purple。　Not　exactly　the　
school　spirit；V　！　。　。　。K　andI　shopping　for　their　back…to…school　wardrobes　atTSE；　buying　armloads　
of　cashmere　sweaters？even　though　they？re　going　to　school　in　Florida？　Well；　cashmereis　nice　over　
a　bikini。　。　。　。C　at　theShake　Shack　in　Madison　Square　Park；　chomping　down　on　a　cheeseburger　and　
feeding　that　spoiled　little　white　monkey　of　his　French　fries　with　extra　ketchup。　I　wonder　if　they　get　
cited　for　health　code　violations。　If　so；　we？ll　know　why。　

It？s　time　to　watch　someLaguna　Beach　reruns？gotta　love　to　hate　those　ridiculous　nouveau　riche　
kids？before　I　skip　out　for　my　mani/pedi　appointment　at　Elizabeth　Arden　Red　Door　Spa。　Nothing　
like　buffing　up　and　staying　silky　smooth　for　the　dog　days　of　summer？not　to　mention　the　devilishly　
handsome　French　waiters　at　Pastis。　。　。　。　Down；　boys！　

Vouz　m？adorez；　ne　dites　pas　le　contraire；　


　gossipgirl　
TO：　undisclosed…recipients　
FROM：　jeanieinabottle119@yahoo。　
Subject：　Dan？s　gay？hooray！　
Dear　recent　graduates　of　Riverside　Prep：　I　hope　you　don？t　mind　my　abusing　your　school　

yearbook？s　contact　list；　but　I？m　sure　you？ll　be　happy　when　you　find　out　why：　I？m　writing　to　
invite　you　all　to　a　momentous　occasion；　the　ing…out　party　for　your　dear　classmate　and　my　dear　
son；　Daniel　Jonah　Humphrey。　After　four　years　of　going　to　school　with　Dan；　I？m　sure　you？ve　all　
been　waiting　for　this　big　day！　

Please　be　our　guests　in　apartment　#9D；　815　West　End　Ave。；　this　Saturday　（tomorrow！）　at　2　p。m。　
Food　and　drink　will　be　served；　and　it？s　sure　to　be　a　merry　time。　But　hush…hush？it？s　asurprise　！　
Whatever　you　do；　don？t　tell　Daniel！　

Hope　to　see　you　all　on　Saturday！　Please　dress　your　colorful　best　for　the　occasion。　
Love　and　rainbows；　
Jeanette　（Daniel？s　mom）　
TO：　svanderwoodsen@constancebillard。edu　
FROM：　kenthemogul@gmail。　
Subject：　Get　ready　for　your　close…up　。　。　。　
。　。　。　because　it？s　showtime！　
Due　to　the　fact　that　even　the　fuckhead　critics　love　my　film；　the　release　date　forBAF　has　been　


moved　up　to　September。　Sweetheart；　you　are　about　to　be　astar　；　thanks　to　me。　
That　freakworm　Bailey　Winter　is　probably　peeing　himself　trying　to　sew　you　a　choice　of　couture　
gowns　for　the　NYC　premier　next　month；　lucky　girl。　You？ll　have　to　wear　your　own　clothes　to　the　
press　conference；　though。　You　and　that　queen　Thad　are　scheduled　to　do　press　this　Tuesday　at　5　p。m。　
in　one　of　those　tacky　penthouses　at　SoHo　House。　Don？t　worry；　I？ll　handle　all　the　questions？I　just　

want　you　two　to　sit　there　look　and　pretty。　Think　you　can　handle　it？　
See　you　Tuesday。　
KM　


honesty　is　totally　overrated　

？So；why　can？t　you　e　over？？　Blair　couldn？t　keep　the　irritation　out　of　her　voice。　She　was　
annoyed。　Actually；　she　was　more　than　just　annoyed？she　was　totally　fucking　pissed。　At　Nate；　and　at　
pretty　much　everyone　else？especiallyher　stupid；　traitorous；　moving…to…L。A。；　dysfunctionalmess　of　
a　family。　

No；　please；　tell　us　how　you　really　feel。　

She　sprawled　out　on　her　stepbrother　Aaron？s　old　bed；　rubbing　her　legs　against　the　all…natural；　
organic；　puke　green　hemp　forter　cover　he？d　bought　at　some　hippie　supply　store　last　winter。　
Even　though　Aaron　had　moved　out　of　the　room　ages　ago？he？d　been　on　a　road　trip　all　summer　
doing　God　knows　what；　leaving　his　bedroom　to　Blair；　since　hers　had　been　turned　into　Yale？s　
nursery？it　still　smelled　of　boy　sweat　and　Mookie；　Aaron？s　disgusting　boxer　dog。　Then；　to　make　
matters　worse；　Blair？s　cat；　Kitty　Minky；　had　decided　to　move　in　and　mark　her　territory？spraying　
everything　until　the　whole　room　reeked　of　cat　pee；　wet　dog；　and　the　herbal　cigarettes　Aaron　was　
always　smoking。　Blair　loved　her　baby　sister；　but　really；　did　she　have　to　get　displaced　from　her　own　
beautiful　bedroom　and　into　this　shithole？　

？There？s　um；　somestuff　I　have　to　get　done。　It；　like；　can？t　really　wait；？　Nate　mumbled。　Blair　could　
always　tell　when　he　was　lying？he　sounded　even　more　inprehensible　than　usual。　She　picked　at　
the　rough　cloth　of　the　forter　with　her　French…manicured　fingernails。　Blair　loved　surprises；　but　
somehow　she　didn？t　think　Nate　was　hiding　anything　fun。　

？Well；　I？ll　just　e　over　there　then。？　She　rolled　over　onto　her　back　and　held　a　strand　of　shining　
chestnut…colored　hair　in　front　of　her　face；　mentally　reminding　herself　to　book　an　appointment　at　
Warren　Trii？she　desperately　needed　a　trim。　The　tips　were　bleached　and　parched　from　all　the　
sun　and　salt　water　from　when　she　was　at　sea。　

　Poor　thing。　

？No；？　Nate　answered　quickly；　？I　mean；　uh；　you　can？t　e　over　here。？Excusez…moi？　They　just　
spent　a　month　together　on　a　boat；　totally　in　love；　and　now　they？d　been　home　for　twenty…four　hours　
and　he　didn？t　want　to　see　her？　She　sat　up　and　impatiently　switched　the　phone　from　one　ear　to　
another。　She　was　probably　going　to　get　brain　cancer　from　talking　on　her　cell　so　much。　Then　Nate　
would　be　sorry。　

He？s　probably　sorrynow。　

？I　mean；？　he　stammered；　？my　bedroom？s　being　repainted　and　the　fumes　are　killer。？　Blair　


narrowed　her　eyes　and　remained　silent。　That　was　about　the　lamest　excuse　she？d　ever　heard。　

？I　didn？t　even　know　it　was　scheduled　to　be　done　until　I　got　home　last　night；？　Nate　offered　
weakly。　？Really。？　

？Let？s　go　to　the　Plaza；　then；？　Blair　suggested；　doing　her　best　to　shrug　off　the　nagging　sensation　
that　things　were　just　not　right　between　them。　She　knew　Nate　was　lying；　butwhy？　

？Blair；　I　can？t。？　He　was　starting　to　get　annoyed　with　her？she　could　hear　it　in　his　voice。　？Itold　you；　
I　have　some　stuff　to　do　right　now。　Maybe　later？？　？Fine。　Whatever。？　She　closed　her　cell　phone　with　
a　hard　snap　and　threw　it　across　the　room；　where　it　landed　with　a　thump　on　a　pile　of　
needing…to…be…hand…washed　Wolford　stockings。Why　was　Nate　being　so　secretive　all　of　a　sudden？　

Blair　heard　the　low　murmuring　of　voices　in　the　hallway　and　her　bedroom　door　flew　open　to　
reveal　her　mother；　dressed　in　a　gray　silk　Oscar　de　la　Renta　blouse；　black　Cynthia　Rowley　pencil　
skirt；　and　gray　suede　Manolo　sling…backs。　A　woman　in　her　early　forties　stood　behind　her　carrying　a　
red　crocodile　Herm？s　Birkin　bag；　her　whip…thin　body　encased　in　a　red…and…brown　tropical…print　
Diane　von　Furstenberg　wrap　dress。　Her　definitely…not…natural…red　hair　was　pulled　back　in　a　neat　
chignon；　and　black；　rectangular…framed　Alain　Mikli　glasses　perched　on　her　nose。　She　sniffed　the　
air　delicately。　

？Blair；　this　is　Diana　Riggs　from　Sotheby？s。　She？s　the　real　estate　agent　in　charge　of　selling　our　
apartment！？　The　real　estate　broker？s　eyes　swept　the　room。　？Another　great　bedroom；　Eleanor。？　She　
attempted　to　wrinkle　her　Botoxed　forehead　and　counted　on　her　fingers；　？One；　two　。　。　。？　she　
muttered　distractedly；　？four　beds　total？？　She　grabbed　Eleanor？s　arm　for　emphasis　as　she　spoke。　？I　
know　theperfect　family　for　this　apartment？they　have　the　most　gorgeous　triplets！？　

Blair　stared　at　her　mother　in　horror　as　she　cooed　appreciatively　at　Diana。Triplets？　She　was　being　
forced　out　of　the　only　home　she？d　ever　known　so　a　bunch　of　test…tube　infertility　treatment　triplet　
fuckfaces　could　slobber　and　vomit　all　over　it？　

？The　Carlyles？do　you　know　them？？　Diana　asked。　？Edie　Carlyle？　I　believe　she　grew　up　in　the　city　
as　well。？　？Oh　my　goodness；　of　course！？　Eleanor　squealed。　？I　attended　Constance　with　Edie。　
Where　has　shebeen　？　I　haven？t　see　her　since；　well　。　。　。　it　must　have　been　seventeen　years　ago！？　
Blair　jumped　off　her　bed　and　pushed　past　her　mother　and　the　broker　standing　in　the　doorway。　Who　
cared　if　Nate　was　busy？　Fuck　busy。　Wasn？t　he　supposed　to　be　there　for　her　in　her　time　of　need？　
She　was　his　girlfriend；　and　he　was　going　to　pay　attention　to　her？whether　he　liked　it　or　not。　

She　fumed　all　the　way　down　in　the　elevator　and　into　the　bright　Saturday　afternoon；　replaying　the　
scene　over　and　over　in　her　mind　as　she　marched　determinedly　toward　Nate？s　house。　Triplets。　
Living　inher　house？some　annoyingly　perfect　family　taking　over　her　space？　She　stomped　along　in　
her　new　D&G　coral　ballet　flats　as　cabs　rushed　by　in　th