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ittering　on　the　hardwood　floor。　She　glanced　down　at　the　display。　Chuck。　His　flight　had　probably　just　landed；　and　Blair　couldn’t　wait　to　see　him。

“Hello？”　she　asked。

“I　want　to　talk！”　Yale　demanded；　reaching　for　the　phone。

“No；”　Blair　snapped；　yanking　the　phone　from　Yale’s　little　hand。　“Hey；”　she　said　sweetly　as　she　settled　into　the　pink　glider　by　the　dormer　window　in　the　corner。

“Merry　Christmas；　gorgeous；”　Chuck　said。

“Are　you　back？”　Blair　asked　eagerly。　After　so　much　time　apart；　she　was　looking　forward　to　an　uninterrupted　month　together。

“I’m　at　the　Village　apartment；”　Chuck　said；　referring　to　the　Cornelia　Street　one…bedroom　his　parents　had　bought　him　for　his　twenty…first　birthday。　He’d　barely　lived　in　it　at　all；　since　he　was　at　Oxford　all　year　and　they’d　spent　most　of　last　summer　in　the　south　of　France。　“Can　you　e　over？　There’s　something　I　want　you　to　see；”　he　added　mysteriously。

“Yale；　go　find　Tyler；”　Blair　manded；　leaving　the　nursery　and　heading　next　door　to　the　guest　room　where　she’d　been　staying。　“See　you　soon；”　she　said　into　the　phone　before　hanging　up。

Once　Blair　emerged　showered；　shaved；　and　wearing　a　black　silk　Theory　high…necked　silk　dress　that　was　just　the　right　bination　of　nice　and　naughty；　she　took　the　elevator　to　the　lobby　and　had　the　doorman　catch　one　of　the　many　empty　cabs　that　was　sailing　down　Central　Park　West。

The　city　looked　beautiful；　like　the　front　of　a　holiday　card。　Snow　was　beginning　to　fall；　but　the　sun　was　shining　brightly　and　reflecting　the　light　off　all　of　the　Midtown　skyscrapers。　Blair　sighed　happily。　She　loved　New　York　in　the　winter。　Anyone　could　love　the　city　in　the　summer；　when　cafés　set　up　tables　outside　and　you　could　spend　hours　sitting　on　the　steps　of　the　Met　drinking　ice