第17部分(第3/7 頁)

w；　the　one　you’ve　been　planning？”

Touché；　girlfriend。　Touché。

Blair　pulled　another　cigarette　out　of　the　pack　and　stuck　it　in　her

mouth。　She　reached　for　a　match；　pausing　before　she　struck　it　to　see

if　the　bartender　would　leap　across　the　room　with　a　lighter。　He　didn’t。

Blair　lit　the　cigarette　herself　and　blew　a　big　cloud　of　smoke　directly

into　Serena’s　face。

So　Serena　knew　about　the　party。　She　had　an　invitation。　Well；　she

was　bound　to　find　out　anyway。

“The　calligrapher；”　Blair　said；　smiling　sweetly。　“She’s　good；　isn’t

she？”

“Yeah；　she　did　a　great　job；”　Serena　said。　“And　it　was　really　nice　of

her　to　notice　that　mine　had　the　wrong　address　on　it。　She　said　the

address　you　gave　her　was　my　dorm　room　at　Hanover。”

Blair　tucked　her　hair　behind　her　ears　and　shrugged　her　shoulders。

“Oops；”　she　said；　feigning　cluelessness。　“Sorry　about　that。”

“So　tell　me　about　the　party；”　Serena　said。　“What’s　it　for　again？”

Blair　couldn’t　talk　about　the　cause　without　smiling　self…consciously

because　it　sounded　so　lame　and　unsexy。　That’s　why　she’d　named

the　party　Kiss　on　the　Lips。　To　give　it　some　allure。　“It’s　for　those　two

peregrine　falcons　that　live　in　Central　Park。　They’re　an　endangered

species；　and　everyone’s　worried　that　they’re　going　to　die　or　starve

or　the　squirrels　will　raid　their　nests　or　whatever。　So　they　set　up　a

foundation　for　them；”　she　explained。　“Don’t　laugh。　I　know　it’s　kind

of　stupid。”

Serena　blew　out　a　puff　of　smoke　and　giggled。　“Well；　it’s　not　like

there　aren’t　people　that　need　saving。　I　mean；　what　about　the

homeless？”

“Well；　it’s　as　good　a　cause　as　any。　We　wanted　something　that

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