第11部分(第2/7 頁)

to　see　her；”　Dan　said；　surprised　at　how　much　information　he　was　volunteering。

Jerry　Two　nodded　thoughtfully。　“When　I　was　your　age；　I　was　already　married。　My　wife’s　name　is　Joan；　and　she’s　just　as　pretty　and　smart　as　the　first　time　I　laid　eyes　on　her。　When　you　find　a　lady　like　that；　you　don’t　let　her　go；　you　know　what　I　mean？”

“Yes；”　Dan　mumbled；　already　antsy　to　get　back　to　the　city。　The　stretch　of　highway　was　practically　empty　and　surrounded　on　both　sides　with　fields　of　cows。　He　wanted　to　crawl　next　to　Vanessa　and　feel　her　body　next　to　his。　A　poem　was　forming　in　his　head；　and　Dan’s　fingers　were　itching　to　write　it　down。　He　pulled　his　notebook　from　his　duffel　and　grabbed　an　ancient　Sharpie　rolling　on　the　rubber　floor　mat　of　the　truck。　Uncapping　the　marker；　he　quickly　wrote。

Dreaming　in　Technicolor　black　and　white。

I’m　no　Technicolor　prince；　no　black…and…white　tragedy

What　you　see

Will　be　us；　you　me。

Dan　grinned。　It　was　so　obvious。　He　didn’t　need　a　retreat；　what　he　needed　was　Vanessa。　And　he　couldn’t　wait　to　have　a　sex…and…poetry　fest　as　soon　as　he　got　home。　He　leaned　back。　The　vinyl　seat　squeaked；　making　a　farting　noise。

“You　let　one　rip？　Good！　I　will　too！”　Jerry　Two　said。　A　loud　noise　emanated　from　the　driver’s　seat。　Dan　wrinkled　his　nose。　It　was　going　to　be　a　longer　drive　than　he　thought。

What　some　people　will　do　for　love！

nothing　can　ever　go　wrong　at　tiffany…　right？

Blair　leaned　back　against　the　Frette　pillowcases　of　Serena’s　canopy　bed。　She’d　always　felt　like　Serena’s　house　was　her　second　home—or　third　home；　once　she　and　Nate　started　dating　sophomore　year—and　had　been　more　than　happy　to　spend　the　day　relaxing　and　watching　endless　hours　of　crappy　MTV　while　Serena　was　at　a　shoot　for　Tea　at　th