gossip girl 9 英文- 第6部分

It　washer　wedding　dress。　

？Would　you　like　to　try　it　on？？　

Blair　whirled　around　to　see　Lyla　from　downstairs。　She　hadn？t　heard　her　ing。　


？Yes；　definitely；？　Blair　half　whispered。　？I　think　I？m　going　to　need　it。？　

For　what；　exactly？　

The　shop　only　acmodated　one　customer　at　a　time；　so　there　was　no　need　for　dressing　rooms。　
Lyla　explained　this；　reaching　up　to　remove　the　glass　hanger　from　its　tack　on　the　wall；　while　Blair　
all　but　leapt　out　of　her　clothes。　She　grabbed　the　gown　and　slid　into　it　headfirst。　The　chiffon　was　as　
soft　and　light　as　fresh　whipped　cream；　and　she　shivered　as　it　fell　down　the　length　of　her　body。　

Avoiding　the　mirror　until　everything　was　perfect；　Blair　stood　by　the　windows；　looking　down　onto　
the　lush　private　garden　behind　the　store。　

？Here；　let？s　put　this　on　as　well。？　Lyla　held　up　a　delicate　gold　lariat　necklace　and　slipped　it　around　
Blair？s　neck。　？I　think　you？re　ready　to　have　a　look　now；？　she　murmured；　turning　Blair　so　that　she　
faced　the　mirror。　

Blair　crossed　the　room　carefully；　holding　the　dress　up　so　she　didn？t　trip　on　the　delicate　hem。　
There　was　a　small　platform　in　front　of　the　mirror　and　she　stepped　up　onto　it；　avoiding　her　
reflection　until　she　was　perfectly　situated。　She　let　go　of　the　dress；　shook　her　hair　back　from　her　
face；　and　then　gazed　at　her　reflection。　

　？Oooh！？　she　gasped。　

There　it　was：　the　future。　Blair　had　never　seen　a　more　perfect　dress　in　her　life。　It　was　so　amazing；　
its　beauty　rubbed　off　on　her。　She　wasn？t　even　wearing　proper　makeup；　but　her　face　had　never　
looked　more　flawless。　She　was　wearing　the　wrong　bra　but　her　breasts　had　never　looked　so　full。　
She　felt　like　she？d　stepped　off　the　cover　ofTown　&　Country　？s　summer　wedding　issue。　That　old　
theory？that　you　justknow　；　somehow；　when　you？ve　found　the　right　wedding　dress？seemed　to　be　
true。　

They？d　be　married　in　St。　Patrick？s　on　Fifth　Avenue　and　they？d　rent　all　the　rooms　in　the　St。　Clair　
for　the　guests　to　stay　in　and　for　the　reception。　Her　father　would　give　her　away　with　tears　in　his　
blue　eyes；　whispering；　？I　love　you；　Bear；？　as　he　handed　her　off　to　Marcus。　Marcus　would　hold　her　
hand　throughout　the　ceremony　in　that　intimate　way　of　his；　reminding　her　that　they　weren？t　just　
passionately　in　love；　they　were　best　friends。　

？It？s　really　quite　something；　isn？t　it？？　Lyla　crossed　her　arms　in　front　of　her。　She　was　standing　
behind　Blair；　smiling　approvingly。　Blair　met　her　gaze　in　the　mirror。　

？It？s　just　perfect；？　she　breathed；　her　eyes　transfixed　on　the　endless　train　of　pure　white　silk。　

？Have　you　set　a　date？？　

Um；　how　about　a　proposal　first？　And　what　about；　you　know；　college？　


？I？ll　take　it；？　Blair　declared。　

？Of　course；？　Lyla　agreed。　？You　won？t　be　sorry。　He？s　going　to　love　it。？　

Blair　nodded　back　hypnotically；　still　staring　at　her　own　reflection。　

？And　what　about　the　necklace？？　Lyla　queried。　

Why　not？Blair　thought。　

Oh；　yes；　why　not？　

there？s　something　about　danny　

The　single　plaint　Dan　had　about　his　job　at　the　Strand　was　that　the　bookstore　lacked　one　
essential；　modern　amenity：　air…conditioning。　This　morning　he　was　stationed　in　the　pletely　
airless　basement；　manning　the　information　desk　and　keeping　an　eye　on　special　orders；　like　the　
request　for　a　skin　diseases　photo　calendar。　After　a　couple　of　torturous　hours；　he　was　definitely　
ready　for　some　fresh　air。　

If　that？s　what　you　call　a　smoke。　

As　soon　as　his　replacement？a　scowling；　silent　guy　named　Brent　who？d　worked　at　the　store　for　
about　twenty　years？　arrived　to　take　his　place；　Dan　jogged　up　the　narrow　staircase　and　outside。　A　
concrete　ledge　ran　alongside　the　square　beige　building　and　he　perched　on　it；　enjoying　the　shade　as　
he　lit　up。　

The　sidewalk　was　crowded　with　passersby　browsing　the　Strand？s　large　outdoor　carts；　which　were　
full　of　super…discounted　books　no　one　wanted；　likeCollectible　Coins　from　Contemporary　Canada　
andTiger：The　True　Story　of　the　Dog　Who　Loved　a　Cat　。　Dan　closed　his　eyes　and　tuned　out　the　
chatter　of　the　bargain　hunters。　He　took　a　deep　drag　on　his　cigarette　and　thought　about　Herman　
Hesse？sSiddhartha　。？Love　stirred　in　the　hearts　of　the　young　daughters　of　the　Brahmins　when　
Siddhartha　passed　through　the　city　streets；　with　his　radiant　brow；　with　his　impe…rial　glance；　with　
his　slender　hips。？　Dan　couldn？t　help　wanting　to　be　Siddhartha；　or　at　least　be　morelike　him。　

He　wished　he　had　someone　he　could　discuss　it　with；　especially　since　his　attempt　to　chat　about　it　
with　Vanessa　had　ended　so　badly。　

A　tap　on　his　shoulder　interrupted　his　reverie。　He　opened　his　eyes。　


？Dan？？　Bree　stood　before　him　like　a　fit；　blond　daughter　of　a　Brahmin；　admiring　him　in　all　his　
Siddharthaness。　

Who　says　wishes　don？t　e　true？　

？Hi。？　He　stood　quickly。　Bree　was　wearing　a　form…fitting　green　tank　top　and　white　spandex　shorts。　
Her　blond　hair　was　in　two　tidy　pigtails　and　her　skin　had　a　bold；　healthy　glow。　

？Are　you　smoking？？　she　demanded；　aghast。　

？Uh；　no。？　Dan　dropped　the　lit　cigarette　to　the　ground　and　stubbed　it　out　quickly。　？I　was　holding　it　
for　this　guy　Steve。　He　had　to　run　back　inside。？

　Nice　play；　Shakespeare。　

？Whew；？　she　exhaled；　fanning　the　air　with　her　hands。　？Smoking　is　just　terrible　for　you。？　

？Oh；　I　know；？　Dan　agreed　earnestly；　wiping　his　hands　on　his　faded　green　cords。　？It？s　really　bad。？　

？I？m　so　glad　I　ran　into　you！？　Bree　hopped　up　onto　the　ledge　and　started　swinging　her　legs　like　a　
kid　who　has　to　pee　but　doesn？t　want　to　get　off　the　swing。　？I　wanted　to　tell　you　how　much　I　
likedSiddhartha　。？　

？Yeah？　That？s　great。　I　was　actually　just　rereading　it　myself。？　

？Really？　What　a　funny　coincidence！？

　Right。　Coincidence。　

？So　you　thought　the　book　was　interesting？？　Dan　asked；　crossing　his　legs　in　a　way　he　hoped　

looked　quasi…intellectual　and　quasi…athletic。　？What　are　you　thinking　of　reading　next？？　

？Well；　I？m　going　to　read　a　book　my　yogi　has　been　working　on。　It？s　about　improving　the　way　the　
brain　municates　with　the　other　organs　in　the　body　by　meditating　and　doing　yoga　and　chanting。　
There　are；　like；　fifty　chapters　and　most　of　them　are　a　hundred　pages　long。　He？s　been　writing　it　for；　
like；　eleven　years；　and　he？s　going　to　try　and　have　it　published　this　year　and　he　asked　me　to　look　at　

it　for　him。　Me！　Imagine！　It？s　such　an　honor。？　

An　honor？　Sounds　more　like　a　pain　in　her　well…yogacized　ass。　

？Anyway；　I　have　to　confess；？　she　went　on；　looking　Dan　right　in　the　eye。　？I　didn？t　just　e　by　to　

talk　books。？　
？You　didn？t？？　


　She　didn？t？　

Dan　blushed　and　looked　down　at　the　ground；　kicking　idly　at　the　cigarette　butt　he？d　claimed　
wasn？t　his。　He　wished　he　had　it　back。　

？No；　I　wanted　to　see　if　you？d　be　interested　in　getting　together　sometime。　I　know　that　might　
sound　kind　of　forward；　but　you　know；　I？m　a　person　who　believes　in　taking　chances。　I　believe　that　

the　universe　rewards　bold　actions；　don？t　you？？　

Dan　nodded　eagerly。　

？Anyway；　I？m　kind　of　lonely　this　summer。　I　grew　up　here　in　Greenwich　Village　but　I　was　in　

boarding　school　out　west；　so　I　don？t　really　know　anyone　in　the　city　anymore。　I？m　going　to　UC　
Santa　Cruz　in　the　fall；　but　I　don？t　want　to　spend　my　last　summer　in　the　city　all　by　myself。？　

？No；　definitely　not；？　Dan　agreed。　？I？d　love　to　hang　out。？　

？Awesome！？　Bree　cried；　hopping　down　from　the　ledge。　？What？s　your　schedule　like？？　

？Well；　I　work　days。　So　anytime　after　six。？　

？Cool。　Do　you　think　you？d　be　up　for　Bikram？？　

？Sure；？　Dan　nodded；　even　though　he？d　never　heard　of　it。　He　didn？t　go　out　to　clubs　very　often。　

？Awesome！？　she　squealed　again。　？Give　me　your　number　and　I？ll　call　and　confirm；　but　let？s　say　
Saturday？？　

Dan　recited　his　number　and　she　typed　it　into　her　hot　pink　Razr。　He　had　officially　taken　a　much　
longer　break　than　he　was　entitled　to；　but　after　Bree　strolled　away　he　had　to　light　another　Camel　to　
calm　his　nerves。　He　wasn？t　quite　sure　what　Bikram　was？a　trendy　new　nightclub？　Some　new　
Indian　restaurant？　Maybe　it　was　a　new　underground　independent　film？　But　it　didn？t　matter。　
Vanessa　was　busy　filming；　and　he？d　scored　a　hot　date　with　a　sweet；　gorgeous　girl　who　loved　to　
read。　

Oh；　it？s　sure　to　be　a　hot　date　indeed。　

lights；　camera；　but　no　action　
？Cut！？　barked　Ken　Mogul。　？Fuck！？　He　threw　his　fluorescent　green　clipboard　onto　the　floor　and　


leapt　out　of　the　metal　swivel　chair　he？d　been　slumped　in。　？Let？s　take　ten；　please。　I　need　a　fucking　
smoke。？　

Serena？s　hands　trembled　as　she　held　the　tip　of　her　Gauloise　cigarette　to　the　flame　from　
Thaddeus？s　silver　Zippo。　She　inhaled　deeply　but　the　nicotine　did　little　to　calm　her　nerves。　
Memorizing　her　lines　and　reciting　them　properly　had　turned　out　to　be　harder　than　she　thought。　On　
top　of　everything；　it　was　majorly　scary　to　have　Ken；　freak　show　director　extraordi…naire；　yelling　at　
her　every　five　seconds。　

？Don？t　worry　about　him；？　Thaddeus　assured　her；　running　his　hands　through　his　dark　blond　curls　
and　smiling　at　her　with　his　adorable　light　blue　eyes。　He　put　his　arm　around　Serena？s　shoulders　and　
squeezed。　？I　know　it？s　rough；　and　personally；　I　think　you？ve　done　great　for　your　first　film。　We？re　
just　on　a　tight　schedule；　you　know；　and　he？s　nervous　about　pleasing　the　producers。　Believe　me；　it　
has　nothing　to　do　with　you。？　

　It　doesn？t？　

？Do　you　really　think　so？？　Serena　wondered；　burrowing　into　Thaddeus？s　protective　embrace。　
Normally　she　wouldn？t　have　been　quite　so　touchy…feely　with　a　guy　she？d　only　known　for　a　couple　
of　days；　but　Thaddeus　wasn？t　your　average　guy。　It　was　more　than　the　simple　fact　that　he　was　a　
movie　star：　they　were　pretending　to　be　in　love。　They？d　already　kissed　eight　times　for　the　stupid　
climax　scene。　Cuddling　on　the　couch　like　old　friends　seemed　natural。　

？Listen　up！？　boomed　the　director；　striding　back　into　the　room；　tucking　his　pack　of　Marlboros　into　
the　chest　pocket　of　his　rumpled　denim　shirt；　which；　oddly　enough；　had　the　sleeves　cut　out；　so　it　
was　really　more　of　a　vest　than　a　shirt。　

Serena　shivered　at　the　sound　of　his　voice　and　Thaddeus　put　his　hand　protectively　over　hers。　

？I　lost　it　back　there；？　Ken　apologized。　？Let？s　call　it　a　day；　shall　we？　Vanessa　and　I　have　to　go　
over　our　shot　list　anyway；　but　I　want　you　two　to　keep　working。　Go　to　dinner？it？s　on