第17部分(第6/7 頁)

o　waiting　for？？　They　sighed　and　grabbed　the　piles　of　stuff　from　off　the　floor；　following

her　as　she　strode　purposefully　to　the　back　of　the　store。

Nate　lingered　behind　them；　fingering　the　wet　joint　still　in　his　pocket。　Blair　could　be　a　little　scary

when　she　got　into　decorating　mode；　but　at　least　she　wasn？t　unleashing　her；　um；energy　in　his

direction。　He　felt　sorry　for　Aaron　and　Tyler；　though。　Aaron　had　piled　everything　into　a　big　laundry

basket　and　was　struggling　to　hold　it　upright。　？Hey　man。　I　saw　some　carts　by　the　front　of　the

store？want　me　to　go　grab　one？？　he　offered。

Aaron　shook　his　head；　his　short　dreadlocks　knocking　back　and　forth。　？Sis　refuses　to　use　a

shopping　cart；？　he　told　Nate　helplessly。

？I　heard　that；？　Blair　snapped　without　turning　around。　？Shopping　carts　are　for　old　ladies；？　she

declared；　continuing　at　her　manic　pace。　She　stopped　at　the　kitchen　section；　touching　a　steel　wine

rack。　She　turned　and　smiled　mischievously　at　the　three　boys。　？Besides；　who　needs　a　cart　when

you？ve　got　three　strapping　young　men　to　carry　your　things　for　you？？　She　raised　one　perfectly

arched　eyebrow；　grabbing　the　wine　rack　with　one　hand　and　placing　it　on　top　of　Aaron？s　mounting

pile。

？This　is　child　abuse；？　Tyler　plained　from　behind　a　lacquered　baby…blue…and…white　polka…dot

hatbox；　his　voice　nasal　from　the　clip　on　his　nose。　Tyler？s　pageboy　helmet　of　light　brown；

stick…straight　hair　had　grown　out　so　that　it　nearly　reached　his　chin；　and　his　Brooks　Brothers　khakis

were　torn　at　the　knees。　Who　knew　what　he　would　look　like　after　four　years　of　high　school　in　L。A。？

He　placed　the　hatbox　on　the　floor　and　grabbed　the　white　wire　easy…glide　bin　on　the　shelf　in　front