第38部分(第6/7 頁)

　the　string　quartet　playing　holiday　music　in　the　corner。　At　the　entryway；　Eleanor　Waldorf　waved　frantically；　her　Cartier　tennis　bracelets　jangling　on　her　wrist。　She　wore　a　silver；　cleavage…baring　dress　that　might　have　been　acceptable　for　a　party　at　a　producer’s　house　in　the　Hollywood　Hills　but　was　pletely　inappropriate　for　New　York；　even　if　it　was　on　the　Upper　West　Side。　“Look　who’s　here；”　Eleanor　crowed。　Blair’s　eyes　flicked　to　her　mother’s　side　and　landed　on　Serena。

Serena；　wearing　a　tight　red　Catherine　Malandrino　dress；　squeezed　Eleanor　around　the　waist　as　if　they　were　long…lost　bosom　buddies。　Her　hair　was　impossibly　long　and　shiny；　her　skin　glowing　and　tanned；　as　if　she’d　just　returned　from　a　sun…drenched　Maldives　vacation。

Blair　set　her　mouth　in　a　firm　line　and　marched　over　to　them。

“My　two　favorite　girls！”　Eleanor　said　fondly；　pathetically　unaware　anything　was　amiss　between　them。　“I　was　just　telling　Serena　how　terrific　it　is　that　you　two　have　had　each　other　all　these　years。　I　felt　good　moving　to　California　knowing　Serena　was　in　New　York　for　you　to　e　home　to。”　Eleanor　rested　her　hand　on　Blair’s　shoulder。

Blair　hadn’t　told　her　mom　she　and　Serena　hadn’t　even　spoken　this　past　year；　how　every　time　they　saw　each　other　they　managed　to　have　an　enormous　fight；　how　Serena　was　like　some　bloodsucking　leech；　desperate　to　take　everything　of　Blair’s　and　literally　ruin　her　life。

“I　feel　the　same　way；　Eleanor；”　Serena　said　sweetly；　knowing　it　was　what　Blair’s　mom　wanted　to　hear。　“I　like　knowing　Blair’s　at　Yale；　even　though　I　hardly　see　her。　She’s　so　busy　with　pre…law　and　everything。”　In　truth；　she　didn’t　know　if　Blair　even　was　a　political　science　major　with　a　concentration　in　pre…law　anymore。　She　sometimes　saw　Blair　around　campus；　striding　across