gossip girl 4 英文- 第32节

Mystery　ran　her　tongue　over　her　yellow　teeth。　？We？ve　been　drinking　martinis　and　deconstructing　
Kafka　like　two　old　ninnies；？　she　croaked；　sounding　drunk　and　looking　like　she　hadn？t　slept　in　
weeks。　She　blinked　her　sleepy　gray　eyes。　？Now　that　you？re　here　I　can　eat。　You　starve　me。？　

Bones　draped　in　moth　wings　sewn　with　cobwebs。　

？This　way；？　Rusty　chortled；　ignoring　Mystery？s　odd　pronouncement。　She　ushered　them　through　
the　immense　lobby　and　into　a　large　tearoom　full　of　gilded　mirrors；　tinkling　crystal；　and　overly　
perfumed　ladies　with　freshly　blown…out　hair。　The　round；　white…clothed　table　had　been　laid　with　a　
silver　tea　service　and　a　three…tiered　silver　tray　covered　with　freshly　baked　scones；　pots　of　


homemade　jam；　and　tiny　cucumber　sandwiches　with　the　crusts　cut　off。　Two　half…empty　martini　
glasses　stood　on　the　table；　ready　to　be　polished　off。　

？We？ve　been　having　a　little　party　to　celebrate　Mystery？s　debut；？　Rusty　explained　merrily。　She　sat　
down　and　tossed　back　the　remains　of　her　drink。　

The　queen　of　poesy　gives　a　tempting　tug。　

Dan　sat　down　next　to　her　and　put　his　red　leather　book　on　the　table。　？What　debut？？　

Rusty　grabbed　a　blueberry　scone　and　slathered　it　with　butter；　shoving　the　whole　thing　into　her　
enormous　orangey…pink　mouth；　where　it　disappeared　instantly。　？Good；　you　brought　your　
observations　book。　Have　you　been　writing　everything　down？　Remember；　nothing　is　
inconsequential！？　She　winked　at　Mystery。　？Who　knows？　It　could　all　add　up　to　a　book！？　

Mystery　giggled　and　glanced　at　Dan。　？I　finished　my　novel；？　she　confided　huskily。　

House　on　fire！　House　on　fire！　

Dan　rubbed　his　thumb　over　the　tines　of　his　fork；　as　he　absorbed　the　information。　Mystery　had　
finished　writing　an　entire　novel　in　less　than　a　week　and　all　he？d　done　was　write　one　crappy　
Valentine？s　Day　poem　for　Vanessa。　He　couldn？t　even　bear　to　read　Vanessa？s　response　after　he？d　
sent　the　poem　to　her；　that　was　how　badly　it　sucked。　

？But　I　thought　you？d　just　started　it；？　he　said；　feeling　weirdly　betrayed。　

？I　had。　But　Sunday　night　I　fell　off　the　plateau　and　kept　gathering　momentum；　and　I　just　couldn？t　
stop　writing　until　I　finished。　I　e…mailed　it　to　Rusty　at　dawn　this　morning；　just　as　the　street　cleaners　
were　arriving。　She？s　already　read　the　whole　thing。　She　says　I？m　the　next　Virginia　Woolf！？　

？I　thought　you　were　the　next　Sylvia　Plath；？　Dan　accused　grumpily。　

Moth　princess　helps　herself　to　stolen　meat。　

Mystery　shrugged　her　thin　shoulders　and　poured　a　heaping　spoonful　of　sugar　into　her　martini；　
stirring　it　pensively　before　picking　up　the　glass　with　both　hands　and　taking　a　gulp。　

？Anyhoo；　let？s　talk　aboutyou　Dannyboy；？　Rusty　practically　shouted。　？Oh；　fuck　me。？　She　pulled　
her　hot　pink　cell　phone　out　of　her　purse；　pushed　a　few　buttons　and　held　it　up　to　her　ear。　？Hold　on；　
loves。　I　have　to　call　my　messages。？　

Dan　waited；　watching　Mystery　dunk　so　many　spoonfuls　of　sugar　into　her　drink　that　it　looked　less　
like　a　martini　and　more　like　a　slushy　from　7…Eleven。　He　hadn？t　noticed　before；　but　her　gnarly；　
gnawed…on　fingernails　were　as　yellow　as　her　teeth。　


Rusty　tossed　her　cell　phone　into　the　middle　of　the　table。　？I　think　you　should　write　a　memoir；？　she　
told　Dan；　reaching　for　another　scone　and　breaking　it　in　half。　？Memoir　of　a　Young　Poet。　I　love　it！？　
she　shouted。　？You？re　the　next　Rilke！？　

The　queen　of　clowns　pulls　a　pink　rabbit　out　of　her　hair。　

Dan　tugged　on　the　gravity　pen。　He　wanted　to　write　down　something　about　Mystery？s　yellow　
fingernails　in　his　observation　book　and　how　surprising　it　was　that　he　wasn？t　turned　off　by　them。　In　
fact；　they　turned　himon　。　

？But　how　can　I　write　a　memoir　when　all　I　do　is　go　to　high　school？？　he　argued　
miserably。　？Nothing　big　has　ever　happened　to　me。？　He　reached　for　the　teapot　with　trembling　
hands　and　poured　warm；　fragrant　Earl　Grey　tea　into　his　white　teacup。　Ah；caffeine　。　

Rusty　tapped　the　cover　of　his　observation　book　with　her　long；　orangey…pink　fingernails。　？Small　
things；　darling。　Small　things。　And　you　might　want　to　think　about　putting　off　college　and　writing　
for　a　year　or　two；　just　like　Mystery。？　She　wiped　her　mouth　with　a　white　cloth　napkin；　smearing　it　
with　lipstick。　？I？ve　got　you　signed　up　with　Mystery　for　a　poetry　reading　at　the　Rivington　Rover　
Poetry　Club　tomorrow　night。　Buckley　is　already　distributing　the　flyers。　It？s　very　now。　All　the　old　
poetry　clubs　are　ing　back。　You？ve　got　to　be　able　to　perform。　I？m　telling　you；　poetry　is　the　next　
rock？n？roll！？　

Mystery　giggled　and　kicked　Dan？s　shin　under　the　table　like　drunken　donkey。　Dan　was　tempted　to　
kick　her　back　because　it　kind　of　hurt；　but　he　didn？t　want　to　be　immature。　

Rusty　snapped　her　foot…long　fingers　and　the　waiter　instantly　appeared。　？Give　these　kids　anything　
their　little　hearts　desire；？　she　directed。　？I　have　to　run；　darlings。　Mama　has　a　meeting。？　She　blew　
kisses　at　them　and　then　click…clacked　across　the　room　in　her　geisha　dress；　turning　heads　with　her　
flaming　braids　and　immense　stature。　

Mother　bird　flees　the　nest；　leaving　the　princess　and　the　pauper　with　open　beaks。　

Mystery　downed　the　dregs　of　Rusty？s　martini　and　gazed　exhaustedly　at　Dan　with　droopy　gray　
eyes。　？Every　time　Rusty　mentions　your　name　I　feel　the　heat　creep　up　my　thighs；？　she　confessed　
throatily。　？I？ve　been　drowning　in　desire　all　week；　but　I　managed　to　channel　that　animal　energy　
into　my　book。？　She　giggled。　Her　teeth　looked　like　they？d　been　colored　in　with　a　yellow　
crayon。　？Parts　of　it　are　totally　X…rated。？　

Pauper　turns　prince。　To　coin　a　phrase；　I？m　crowning。　

Dan　reached　for　a　cucumber　sandwich　and　shoved　it　in　his　mouth；　chewing　it　violently　without　
even　tasting　it。　He　was　supposed　to　go　home　and　write　his　memoir。　He　was　supposed　to　have　a　
girlfriend。　He　was　supposed　to　be　freaked　out　by　this　decidedly　insane；　yellow…toothed；　horny　


chick。　But　the　truth　was；　he　was　horny；　too。　He？d　lost　his　virginity　twice　already；　and　he　couldn？t　
wait　to　lose　it　again　and　again。　

？e　on；？　Mystery　beckoned；　holding　out　her　yellow…nailed　hand。　？We　can　get　a　room　and　put　
it　on　Rusty？s　tab。？　

Dan　picked　up　his　observation　book　and　followed　her　to　the　front　desk。　Poetry　be　damned。　He　
couldn？t　resist　following　this　story　line　to　the　next　chapter。　

lis　for　love　

Jenny　couldn？t　be　sure　that　the　L　who？d　sent　her　a　note　on　Valentine？s　Day　was　actually　the　boy　
from　Bendel？s。　He　could？ve　been　a　total　nerd　or　even　a　gross；　perverted　old　man；　but　secretly　she　
was　already　in　love　with　him。　She　felt　like　a　girl　in　a　fairy　tale　in　love　with　a　man　in　a　mask；　and　
she　was　determined　to　ride　the　Seventy…ninth　Street　crosstown　bus　until　she　met　him　face…to…face。　
Monday　and　Tuesday　she　rode　the　bus　alone　until　7P。M。　with　no　luck。　On　Wednesday　after　school　
Elise　came　with　her。　

？I　don？t　get　it。　Why　are　we　doing　this　again？？　Elise　asked。　She？d　already　finished　all　her　
homework　and　was　staring　out　the　window　over　Jenny？s　shoulder；　bored　nearly　to　tears。　

？I　told　you。　I　left　my　favorite　hat　on　the　bus　this　morning　and　if　I　ride　enough　buses；　I？m　sure　I？ll　
see　it；？　Jenny　lied。　

？Someone　probably　took　it；？　Elise　argued。　？Your　cute　fuzzy　red　hat？　I？m　sure　someone　took　it。？　

A　swollen…ankled　middle…aged　woman　wearing　a　dowdy　trench　coat　and　reading　theWall　Street　
Journal　glared　at　them　the　way　people　are　always　glaring　at　teenagers　when　they？re　talking　in　
public。　Like；　could　you　please　just　press　the　mute　button？　Well；excuse　me。　

？Just　this　last　bus　and　then　we　can　go　home；？　Jenny　promised；　even　though　she？d　promised　that　
two　buses　ago。　

Elise　put　her　hand　on　Jenny？s　black…stockinged　knee　and　left　it　there。　？I　don？t　really　mind。　It？s　
not　like　I　have　anything　better　to　do。？　

Jenny　waited　for　Elise　to　remove　her　hand。　？What　are　you　doing？？　she　whispered　loudly。

　？With　what？？　

？With　yourhand　。？　


？The　book　says　to　express　your　affection　with　gentle　caresses；？　Elise　declared。　

？But　I　don？t　want　you　to。　Besides；　we？re　on　abus　；？　Jenny　hissed；　pushing　Elise？s　hand　away。　
The　last　thing　she　wanted　was　for　L　to　see　her　and　Elisecaressing　each　other。God。　How　
embarrassing。　

？What？s　wrong　with　it？？　Elise　cried；　shoving　Jenny　in　the　leg　just　as　the