gossip girl 4 英文-第13章

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only　to　be　told　that　the　show　is　runninganother　hour　late。　Expect　to　see　lots　of　Botoxed；　
fake…tanned；　anorexic　girls　trying　not　notice　that　they　all　wore　the　same　thing　to　the　same　show；　
and　lots　of　gay　men　wearing　more　perfume　than　the　girls。　Expect　to　find　out　that　those　ugly…ass　
cargo　pants　with　tapered　legs　are　back　in　styleagain　。　Expect　to　be　envious　of　the　pouty…lipped；　
giraffe…legged　models　who　actually　look　good　in　them。　Expect　to　be　annoyed　by　heavily　made…up；　
fur…wearing　women　who　bring　their　little　Louis　Vuitton　collar？wearing　French　bulldogs　to　the　
show　in　matching　Louis　Vuitton　handbags。　Expect　to　be　dying　for　the　after…party　to　start　so　you　
can　smoke。　Expect　the　after…parties　to　be　truly　mind…blowing。　Expect　not　to　remember　what　
happened　the　morning　after。

　Your　e…mail　

Q：？　？　Dear　GG；　

I　was　walking　by　the　bar　in　the　pton　Hotel　last　night　and　I　saw　B　with　this　man　who　I　
recognize　from　my　building。　He　has　a　daughter　who？s　like　in　ninth　or　tenth　grade　at　my　school。　
What？s　that　all　about？

　？Tom

　A：？　？　Hey　Tom；　

Who　knows　what　she　was　up　to；　but　can？t　you　totally　see　B　as　some　poor　girl？s　evil　stepmom？　


　？GG　
Q：？　？　Dear　G…Dawg；　
Can　I　just　say　that　you　kick　ass！　Also；　I　heard　N　is　going　to　that　fancy　rehab　up　in　Greenwich。　


My　cousin　went　there　and　came　back　more　messed　up　than　before。　

　？F。B。　

A：？　？　Dear　F。B。；　

Thanks　for　the　pliment；　although　I　don？t　know　if　I　dig　the　whole　？G…Dawg？　thing。　And　

whatever　happens　to　N　in　rehab；　they　can？t　take　away　his　soul　or　his　divine　beauty！　

　？GG　

　Sightings　

Nand　his　parents　having　a　tour　of　that　stylin？　new　rehab　clinic　inGreenwich　。C　having　his　nails　
done　atCoin　；　an　all…male　spa　in　Chelsea。　No　kidding。S　picking　up　a　custom…made　baby　tee　at　one　
of　those　customized　T…shirt　places　inChinatown　。B　standing　in　front　ofTiffany　；　drinking　out　of　a　
paper　cup　and　eating　a　Danish；　just　like　

Audrey　HepburninBreakfast　at　Tiffany？s；　exceptB　was　wearing　her　gray　school　uniform　instead　
of　a　blackChristian　Dior　evening　gown。K　andI　putting　up　NOLOITERINGsigns　around　theLes　
Best　tent。　It　looks　like　they　actuallyvolunteered　their　services　so　they　could　get　good　seats。　

It？s　supposed　to　snow　like　crazy　this　weekend　but　has　that　ever　stopped　us？　See　you　in　the　front　
row！　

You　know　you　love　me。　

　gossip　girl　

kindred　spirits　connect　in　rehab　

？Has　everyone　heard　about　the　snowstorm？　We？re　supposed　to　get　four　feet　by　midnight！？　Jackie　
Davis；　Nate？s　teen　group　facilitator　at　the　Breakaway　Rehabilitation　Center；　rubbed　her　hands　
together　as　if　the　idea　of　being　snowed　in　with　all　these　rich　derelicts　was　her　idea　of　a　rocking　
good　time。　


After　Nate　had　gotten　busted　in　the　park；　his　father　and　Saul　Burns；　the　family　lawyer；　had　e　
to　fetch　him　at　the　precinct。　Nate？s　father；　a　stern；　silver…haired　navy　captain　who　handled　
emergencies　with　crisp；　efficient　formality；　had　paid　the　fine　of　three　thousand　dollars　and　
cosigned　an　agreement　that　Nate　would　immediately　attend　a　drug　rehabilitation　program　for　a　
minimum　of　ten　hours　per　week。　That　meant　Nate　was　going　to　have　to　ride　the　train　out　to　
Greenwich；　Connecticut；　five　days　a　week　for　counseling　and　group　therapy。　

？Just　think　of　it　as　a　job；　son；？　Saul　Burns　had　tried　to　reassure　him。　？An　after…school　job。？　
Captain　Archibald　hadn？t　said　anything。　It　was　pretty　clear　that　Nate　had　disappointed　him　beyond　
words。　Luckily　Nate？s　mother　had　been　in　Monte　Carlo　visiting　her　thrice…divorced　sister。　When　
Nate　had　relayed　the　sordid　tale　over　the　phone　she？d　shrieked　and　wept；　smoked　five　cigarettes　in　
rapid　succession；　and　then　broken　her　champagne　glass。　She　was　always　a　little　dramatic。　After　all；　
she　was　French。　

？All　right。　Let？s　start　out　by　going　around　the　circle；？　Jackie　instructed　in　a　sunny　voice；　as　if　
this　were　the　first　day　of　nursery　school。　？Tell　us　your　name　and　explain　why　you？re　here。　Keep　it　
short；　please。？　She　nodded　at　Nate　to　start；　since　he　was　sitting　directly　to　her　right。　

Nate　shifted　unfortably　in　his　Eames　chair。　All　the　furniture　at　the　posh　Greenwich；　
Connecticut；　rehab　clinic　was　twentieth…century　modern；　to　match　the　minimalist　beige　and　white　
d？cor。　The　floor　was　cream…colored　Italian　marble；　crisp　white　linen　curtains　covered　the　
floor…to…ceiling　windows；　and　the　staff　wore　beige　linen　uniforms　designed　especially　by　nineties　
denim　impresario　Gunner　Gass；　a　former　patient　who　was　now　on　the　facility？s　board。　

？Okay。　My　name？s　Nathaniel　Archibald；　but　everyone　calls　me　Nate；？　Nate　mumbled。　He　kicked　
at　the　legs　of　his　chair　and　cleared　his　throat。　？I　got　busted　a　few　days　ago　buying　weed　in　Central　
Park。　That？s　why　I？m　here。？　

？Thank　you；　Nate；？　Jackie　interrupted。　She　smiled　a　frosty；　brown…lipsticked　smile　and　made　a　
note　on　the　pad　in　her　clipboard。　？We　prefer　it　here　at　Breakaway　if　you　call　the　substance　in　
question　by　its　true　name。　In　your　case；　marijuana。　If　you　can　use　its　name　consistently；　you　are　
making　one　more　step　toward　your　freedom　from　it。？　She　smiled　at　Nate　once　more。　？Would　you　
like　to　try　again？？　

Nate　glanced　self…consciously　at　the　other　losers　in　the　group。　There　were　seven　of　them　
altogether；　three　guys　and　four　girls；　all　staring　at　the　floor；　worrying　about　what　they　were　going　
to　say　and　looking　just　as　unfortable　as　he　felt。　

？I？m　Nate；？　Nate　repeated　mechanically。　？A　narc　caught　me　buyingmarijuana　in　the　park。　That？s　
why　I？m　here。？　Across　the　circle　a　girl　with　dark　brown　hair　that　hung　down　almost　to　her　waist；　
bloodred　lips；　and　skin　so　pale　it　was　almost　blue　gazed　at　him　soulfully；　like　a　coked…up　version　
of　Snow　White。　

？Better；？　Jackie　said。　？Next。？　She　nodded　at　the　Japanese　girl　sitting　next　to　Nate。　


？My　name　is　Hannah　Koto　and　I　took　Ecstasy　before　school　two　weeks　ago　and　got　caught　
because　I　laid　down　on　the　floor　to　feel　the　rug　in　my　trig　class。？　

Everybody　laughed　except　for　Jackie。　？Thank　you；　Hannah；　that　was　fine。　Next。？　

Nate　tuned　the　next　two　people　out；　kind　of　grooving　on　the　way　Snow　White　was　jiggling　her　
foot；　like　she　was　keeping　time　to　her　own　private　concert。　She　was　wearing　light　blue　suede　boots　
that　looked　like　they？d　never　been　worn　outside。　

Suddenly　it　was　her　turn。　？My　name　is　Georgina　Spark。　Everyone　calls　me　Georgie。　I　guess　I？m　
here　because　I　wasn？t　very　nice　to　my　father　before　he　croaked；　so　I　have　to　wait　until　I　turn　
eighteen　before　I　can　live　my　life　the　way　I　want　to。？　

The　rest　of　the　group　tittered　nervously。　Jackie　frowned。　？Can　you　name　the　substance　you　were　
found　abusing；　Georgina？？　

？Cocaine；？　Georgie　answered；　letting　a　curtain　of　dark　hair　fall　over　her　face。　？I　sold　my　favorite　
show　horse　to　buy　fifty　grams。　It　was　in　the　papers　and　everything。New　York　Post　；　Thursday；　
February？？　

？Thank　you；？　Jackie　interrupted。　？Next　group　member　please。？　

Still　jiggling　her　foot；　Georgie　glanced　up　through　her　hair　and　met　Nate？s　intrigued　gaze　with　a　
mischievous　bloodred　smile。　

？Bitch；？　she　mouthed；　obviously　referring　to　Jackie。　

Nate　grinned　back　and　nodded　his　chin　ever　so　slightly。　Saul　Burns　had　told　him　to　treat　rehab　
like　an　after…school　job。　Now　he　had　a　reason　to　work　hard　at　it。　

swears　her　love　like　a　baby　tee　

？You？re　friends　with　that　Serena　chick；　right？？　Sonny　Webster；　a　lanky　boy　with　jet…black　hair　
streaked　with　paper…bag…brown　highlights　asked　Chuck　Bass　as　they　sat　in　the　second　row；　waiting　
for　the　Les　Best　show　to　begin　on　Friday　night。　Sonny　was　the　son　of　Vivienne　Webster；　a　British　
lingerie　designer　whose　hip…hugging　boy　shorts　were　all　the　rage　at　the　moment。　Sonny　and　Chuck　
had　met　in　a　bar　last　night　and　were　already　fast　friends。　They　were　even　wearing　matching　Tods　
moccasins？　dark　brown　with　neon　green　rubber　soles。　Very　gay　urban　yachtsman；　and　extremely　
impractical　for　the　unprecedented　amount　of　snow　that　had　been　predicted　for　that　evening。　


Chuck　nodded。　？She？s　appearing　naked。　That？s　what　I　heard；　anyway。？　He　rubbed　his　newly　
toned　stomach。　？I　can？t　wait；？　he　added　halfheartedly。　

？See　Chuck　talking　to　whatshisname；　Vivienne　Webster？s　totally　gay　son？？　Kati　Farkas　
whispered　to　Isabel　Coates。　？I　swear　Chuck？s　into　guys　now。？　She　and　Isabel　had　made　it　to　the　
front　row；　just　as　they？d　set　out　to　do。　Not　because　of　their　pletely　unnecessary　little　volunteer　
effort　hanging　up　NOLOITERINGsigns　around　Bryant　Park　but　because　Isabel？s　father；　Arthur　
Coates；　was　a　very　famous　actor　who？d　plained　that　his　daughter　and　her　frienddeserved　to　be　
in　the　front　row　this　year　because　he？d　already　spent　a　fortune　on　Les　Best？s　entire　spring…summer　
collection。　

？I　think　maybe　he？s　bi；？　Isabel　whispered　back。　？He？s　still　wearing　that　gold　monogrammed　
pinky　ring。？　

？Yeah；？　noted　Kati。　？Like　that？s　not　totally　gay。？　

The　huge　white　tent　in　Bryant　Park　was　packed　with　fashion　magazine　editors；　photographers；　
actresses；　and　socialites。　Blondie？s　？Heart　of　Glass？　pounded　out　of　Bose　speakers。　Christina　
Ricci　sat　in　the　front　row　on　her　cell　phone　arguing　with　her　publicist　and　defending　her　decision　
to　e　to　Les　Best？s　show　instead　of　Jedediah　Angel？