gossip girl 4 英文-第19章

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forwomen　。？　

？I　think　there？s　a　teen　one；　too；　that？s　totally　boring；　but　my　mom　got　me　this　one　by　mistake。　I　
couldn？t　believe　it　when　I　started　reading　it！？　

The　two　girls　pored　over　the　pages　until　they　stumbled　upon　a　section　called　Same…Sex　
Relationships。　

？Like　Ms。　Crumb；？　Jenny　observed；　reading。　The　introduction　was　long　and　started　with　the　
line；　？Your　feelings　are　genuine　and　not　to　be　ignored。　。　。　。？　Outside　she　could　hear　the　grating　
sound　of　a　snowplow　driving　by。　She　looked　up　to　watch　the　snow　falling　steadily　through　the　
grimy　living　room　window。　

？Hey。　You　want　to　try　it？？　Elise　asked。　

Jenny　turned　back　to　the　book。　？What？？　

？Kissing；？　Elise　answered　in　barely　a　whisper。　

Your　feelings　are　genuine　and　not　to　be　ignored。　

Yes；　but　Jenny　didn？t　really　have　any　feelings　for　Elise。　She　liked　her　and　everything　but　she　


wasn？tattracted　to　her。　Still；　kissing　a　girl　sounded　exciting。　It　was　something　she？d　never　done　
before；　and　if　it　felt　unfortable；　she　could　always　pretend　to　be　kissing　that　tall　blond　boy　
she？d　spotted　in　Bendel？s。　

She　closed　the　book　and　folded　her　hands　in　her　lap。　Her　face　was　only　inches　away　from　
Elise？s。　？Okay；　let？s　do　it。？　It　was　just　an　experiment；　something　new　to　try　on　a　boring；　snowy　
night。　

Elise　leaned　forward　and　put　her　hand　on　Jenny？s　arm。　Then　she　closed　her　eyes　and　Jenny　
closed　hers；　too。　Elise　pressed　her　lips　against　Jenny？s　tightly　clenched　mouth。　It　wasn？t　a　kiss　
exactly？it　was　toodry　。　It　felt　more　like　a　nudge　or　something。　

Elise　pulled　her　head　back　and　both　girls　opened　their　eyes。　？It　says　in　the　book　to　relax　and　
enjoy　yourself；　especially　when　it？s　your　first　time。？　

What；　had　she；　like；　memorized　the　book？　

Jenny　pulled　her　curly　brown　hair　up　on　top　of　her　head　and　blew　a　big　breath　out　through　her　
nose。　She　didn？t　know　what　she　was　so　nervous　about；　but　she　would　have　preferred　it　if　Elise　had　
still　been　wearing　her　pants。　？Do　you　mind　putting　your　jeans　back　on？？　she　asked。　？I　think　I　
could；　you　know；　relax　more　if　you　were　like；　dressed。？　

Elise　hopped　up　and　scooted　into　her　jeans。　？There；　is　that　better？？　she　asked；　leaving　them　
unbuttoned　as　she　sat　down　on　the　sofa　again。　

？Okay。　Let？s　try　it　again；？　Jenny　replied；　revving　herself　up。　She　closed　her　eyes　and　slid　her　
hands　under　Elise？s　hair　and　around　her　neck；　trying　to　be　less　of　a　prude　about　the　whole　thing。　

After　all；　she　was　an　artist；　and　artists　did　all　sorts　of　crazy　things。　

the　next　keats　meets　his　next　muse　

After　the　Better　Than　Naked　fashion　show；　the　candles　lining　the　runway　were　removed　and　red　
and　blue　strobe　lights　began　to　zoom　against　the　black　velvet　walls。　DJ　Sassy　broke　out　the　phat　
French　house　beats；　and　the　Harrison　Street　Club　was　transformed　into　a　seventies　European　disco　
full　of　half…naked　ninety…pound　models　drinking　Cristal　champagne　straight　out　of　the　bottle。　

Dan　stood　alone　by　the　bar；　sipping　his　Red　Bull？and…who…knew…what…else　cocktail。　It　tasted　
exactly　like　baby　aspirin　and　he　was　only　drinking　it　because　the　bartender　had　promised　him　it　
was　loaded　with　caffeine　and　something　called　taurine；　which　was　guaranteed　to　keep　him　
hyperawake　all　night。　


All　of　a　sudden　he　noticed　a　violently　tall　woman　wearing　a　flaming　red　bouffant　wig？ithad　to　be　
a　wig？neon　pink　lipstick；　andhuge　tortoise…shell　sunglasses　standing　in　the　middle　of　the　packed　
room　with　her　hands　cupped　around　her　mouth。　？Daniel　Humphrey？　Calling　Daniel　Humphrey！？　
she　shrieked。　

It　was　Rusty　Klein。　

Dan　tilted　his　head　back　and　downed　his　drink；　blinking　his　eyes　as　the　caffeine　and　whatever　
else　was　in　his　drink　rushed　to　his　brain　all　at　once。　He　stumbled　over　to　the　woman；　his　heart　
thumping　even　faster　than　the　music。　？I？m　Dan；？　he　croaked。　

？Lookatyou　！　Our　newpoet　！　You？readorable　！Perfect　！？　Rusty　Klein　pushed　her　enormous　
sunglasses　up　on　top　of　her　head　and　jangled　the　enormous　gold　bracelets　covering　her　long　bony　
wrists　as　she　grabbed　Dan　and　kissed　each　of　his　cheeks。　Her　perfume　smelled　oily　and　acidic；　like　
tuna　fish。　？I　love　you；　honey；？　she　purred；　squeezing　Dan　tight。　

Dan　shrank　away；　unused　to　being　manhandled　by　someone　he？d　only　just　met。　He　hadn？t　
expected　Rusty　Klein　to　be　soscary　。　Her　eyebrows　had　been　dyed　to　match　her　wig　and　she　was　
dressed　like　a　sword　fighter；　in　a　form…fitting　black　velvet　Better　Than　Naked　puffy…sleeved　jacket　
and　matching　black　velvet　bullfighting　pants。　A　rope　of　black　pearls　clung　to　her　pale；　bony　
cleavage。　

？I？ve　been　trying　to　write　more　poems；？　Dan　stammered。　？You　know；　for　my　book？？　

？Wonderful！？　Rusty　Klein　shouted；　thrusting　her　lips　at　him　again　and　probably　smearing　bright　
pink　lipstick　all　over　his　face。　？Let？s　make　a　lunch　date　sometime　next　week。？　

？Um；　I？ve　got　school　all　day　every　day　next　week；　but　I　get　out　at　three…thirty。？　

？School！？Rusty　screamed。　？You？re　socute　！　We　can　do　tea　then。　Call　my　office　and　have　Buckley；　
my　assistant；　set　it　up。　Oh；　fuck　me！？　She　clasped　Dan？s　arm　with　a　clawlike　hand。　Her　fingernails　
were　at　least　three　inches　long　and　painted　orangey　pink。　？There？s　someone　here　you　
absolutelymust　meet。？　

Rusty　let　go　of　Dan　and　held　out　her　arms　to　receive　a　frail…looking　girl　with　a　long；　sad　face　and　
dirty　blond　hair。　The　girl　was　wearing　only　a　see…through　light　pink　slip　over　her　gaunt　frame　and　
her　lank；　waist…length　hair　was　unbed；　as　if　she？d　just　gotten　out　of　bed。　？Mystery　Craze；　this　
is　Daniel　Humphrey。　Daniel；　this　is　Mystery；？　Rusty　purred　loudly。　？Mystery；　honey；　you　
remember　that　poem　I　gave　you　to　read？　The　one　you　said　。　。　。　Oh；　fuck　me。　I？ll　letyou　tell　him　
what　you　said。　Now　if　you？ll　excuse　me；　I？m　going　to　go　lick　my　favorite　designer？s　ass　so　he？ll　
give　me　some　new　free　clothes。　Love　you　both。　Ciao！？　she　added；　before　striding　away　in　her　
five…inch　black　stilettos。　


Mystery　blinked　her　huge；　tired　gray　eyes。　She　looked　like　she？d　been　up　all　night　cleaning　
floors；　like　Cinderella。　？Your　poem　saved　my　life；？　she　confided　to　Dan　in　a　low；　husky　voice。　A　
tall；　narrow　glass　of　something　bright　red　was　wedged　into　her　frail　hand。　？It？s　Campari；？　she　said　
when　she　noticed　him　looking　at　it。　？Want　a　taste？？　

Dan　never　drank　anything　that　wasn？t　caffeinated。　He　shook　his　head　no　and　tucked　his　black　
notebook　under　his　arm。　Then　he　lit　a　Camel　and　took　a　long　drag。　There；　that　was　much　better。　
Now　at　least　he？d　have　something　to　do；　even　if　he　couldn？t　think　of　anything　to　say。　？So；　are　you　
a　poet；　too？？　he　asked。　

Mystery　stuck　her　thumb　into　her　drink　and　then　licked　it　off。　The　corners　of　her　mouth　were　
stained　red　with　Campari；　making　her　look　like　a　little　girl　who？d　just　eaten　a　cherry　Popsicle。　？I　
write　poems　and　short　stories。　And　I？m　working　on　a　novel　about　cremation　and　premature　death。　
Rusty　says　I？m　the　next　Sylvia　Plath；？　she　answered。　？What　about　you？？　

Dan　sipped　his　drink。　He　wasn？t　sure　what　she　meant　by　premature　death。　Was　there　ever　a　right　
time　to　die？　He　wondered　if　he　should　write　a　poem　about　it；　but　then　again；　he　didn？t　want　to　
steal　Mystery？s　material。　？I？m　supposed　to　be　the　next　Keats。？　

Mystery　dunked　her　thumb　into　her　drink　again　and　then　licked　it　off。　？What？s　your　favorite　
verb？？　

Dan　took　another　drag　off　his　cigarette　and　blew　smoke　into　the　crowded；　noisy　room。　He　wasn？t　
sure　if　it　was　the　club；　or　the　music；　or　the　caffeine；　or　the　taurine；　but　he　felt　so　alive　andso　good　
at　that　very　moment；　talking　about　words　with　this　girl　named　Mystery　whose　life　he　had　saved。　
He　was　seriously　digging　it。　

？Dying；　I　guess；？　he　answered；　finishing　his　drink　and　setting　the　empty　glass　down　on　the　
floor。　？The　verbto　die　。？　He　knew　it　must　have　sounded　like　he　was　trying　to　impress　her。　After　all；　
she　was　writing　a　book　about　premature　death　and　cremation。　But　it　was　the　truth。　Almost　all　of　
his　poems　really　were　about　dying。　Dying　of　love；　dying　of　anger；　dying　of　boredom；　of　anxiety；　
falling　asleep　and　never　waking　up。　

Mystery　smiled。　？Me　too。？　Her　gray　eyes　and　long；　thin　face　were　starkly　beautiful；　but　her　front　
teeth　were　crooked　and　yellow；　like　she？d　never　been　to　the　dentist　in　her　entire　life。　She　snagged　
another　Red　Bull　cocktail　from　a　waiter？s　tray　and　handed　it　to　Dan。　？Rusty　says　poets　are　the　
next　movie　stars。　One　day　we？ll　both　be　riding　around　in　limos　with　our　bodyguards。？　She　sighed　
heavily。　？As　if　that　will　make　life　any　easier。？　She　raised　her　glass　and　clinked　it　against　his。　？To　
poetry；？　she　announced　grimly。　Then　she　grabbed　the　back　of　Dan？s　head　and　pulled　him　toward　
her；　crushing　his　lips　in　a　deep；　Campari…soaked　kiss。　

Dan　knew　he　should　have　thrown　Mystery　off；　protesting　that　he　had　a　girlfriend；　that　he　was　in　
love。　He　shouldn？t　have　enjoyed　being　hit　on　by　a　strange；　practically　naked　girl　with　yellow　teeth。　
But　Mystery？s　lips　tasted　sweet　and　sour　at　the　same　time　and　he　wanted　to　understand　why　she　


was　so　sad　and　so　tired。　He　wanted　todiscover　her；　the　way　he　sometimes　discovered　the　perfect　
metaphor　when　he　was　in　the　middle　of　writing　a　poem；　and　to　do　that　he　had　to　keep　kissin