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t　mind；　do　you；　sweetheart？？

Blair　stared　at　her　mother　blankly。　She　hadn？t　wanted　a　stepbrother　or　a　stepfather　and　she

certainly　didn？t　want　a　baby　sister；　especially　not　one　who　was　going　to　take　over　herroom　。　？I？m

going　to　go　lie　down；？　she　replied　weakly。

？I？ll　have　Myrtle　send　in　some　bouillon；？　her　mother　called　after　her。

Blair　slammed　her　bedroom　door　and　dove　onto　her　bed；　burying　her　head　in　the　depths　of　her

extrasoft　goose…down　pillows。　Kitty　Minky；　her　gray　Russian　Blue　cat；　jumped　onto　her　back　and

kneaded　his　paws　into　her　black…and…white　Fair　Isle　sweater。　？Help　me；？　Blair　moaned　miserably

to　her　cat。　If　only　she　could　lie　there　until　late　August　and　then　be　helicoptered　to　her　new　dorm

room　at　Yale；　skipping　all　the　bad　parts　in　the　script　of　the　movie　that　was　her　life；　the　parts　that

needed　to　be　rewritten。

Out　of　habit；　she　reached　out　and　punched　the　playback　button　on　the　answering　machine　on　her

bedside　table；　keeping　her　eyes　closed　as　she　listened。

？Hello；　Blair；　it？s　Owen。　Owen　Wells。　Sorry　I　couldn？t　call　earlier。　What　happened？　I　woke　up

and　you　were　gone。　Anyway；　Happy　Valentine？s　Day；　gorgeous。　Call　me　back　when　you　have　a

moment。　Bye…bye。？

？Hello；　Blair；　it？s　Owen　again。　Did　you　get　my　flowers？　I　hope　you　like　them。　Call　me　back

when　you　have　a　moment。　Thanks。　？Bye。？

？Hello；　Blair。　I　know　it？s　short　notice；　but　would　you　like　to　have　dinner　with　me？　Um；　this　is

Owen　by　the　way。　Plans　on　the　home　front　have　changed　and　I？m　all　freed　up。　So　how　？bout　Le

Cirque　this　evening；　gorgeous？　Give　me　a　call。？

？Hello；　Blair。　I　got　a　table　at　Le　Cirque？？　Blair　kicked　her　answering　machine　off　the　bedside