第9部分(第3/7 頁)

？Look；　sweetheart；？　a　stocky；　loud…voiced　Southern　woman　cried；　pointing　out　Serena　to　her

balding；　paunchy　husband；　who　was　sporting　a　winning　ensemble　of　pleated　khaki　shorts　and　a

knockoff　Lacoste　polo；　topped　off　with　black　socks　under　his　cheap　leather　mandals。

？Well；　now　I？ve　seen　everything；？　the　man　exclaimed。

？It？s　just　likeBreakfast　at　Tiffany？s　；　isn？t　it？？　the　woman　continued；　approaching

Serena。　？Yoohoo；　dear；　is　this　some　kind　of　publicity　stunt？？

Serena　pretended　not　to　hear。　Who　knew　Manhattan？s　sidewalks　were　so　treacherous？　She

retreated　back　to　the　curb　and　steeled　herself；　then　made　the　walk　again。

Now　that？s　dedication。

She　might　have　looked　like　a　funny　tourist　attraction　to　the　people　walking　by；　but　inside　she　was

a　seething；　frustrated　actress　on　the　verge　of　a　major　temper　tantrum。　The　truth　was；　Serena　didn？t

even　want　to　act　anymore；　she　wanted　to　give　up　and　walk　over　to　Barneys　and　see　if　anything

new　was　on　the　racks。　But　of　course　she　couldn？t　do　that：　first；　because　it　was　closed　due　to

filming；　so　she　was　partly　responsible　for　her　own　worst　nightmare；　and　second；　because　she　had

never　really　failed　at　anything　before　and　was　secretly　every　bit　as　petitive　as　her　sometimes

best　friend；　Blair。

？Nice　ass；　blondie；？　called　a　deep　voice　from　behind　her。

Serena　turned　to　see　a　guy　leering　at　her　from　the　backseat　of　a　passing　taxi。　Gross。　Audrey

Hepburn　never　had　to　deal　with　this　sort　of　crap。

No；　but　then　again；　Audrey　Hepburn？s　ass　was　kind　of　flat。　But　at　least　she　could　act。

the　honeymooners

？Good　morning；　madam！？　trilled　a　female　voice　in　a　super…perky　British　accent。

Blair　Waldo