gossip girl 3 英文- 第15部分

Sometimes　I　dream　that　I　am　Audrey　Hepburn。　Snto　me　lighter　and　more　pure；　and　even　talk　to　

her　elegant　accent。　Audrey　made　everything　look　easy。　She　never　had　evidence　of　advanced　

studies；　nor　had　to　rewrite　a　test　for　a　proposal　for　a　stupid　university。　Never　had　to　

leave　on　vacation　with　her　mother　and　stepfather　with　the　fat　and　irritating；　and　with　the　

annoying　and　excitadinho　friend's　half…brother。　Her　boyfriend　never　switched　to　a　girl　of　

ten　years。　If　they　had　problems；　she　kept　the　same　for　you　and　dealt　with　them　alone；　

instead　of　counting　everyone　in　the　world；　including　the　interviewer　from　Yale。　When　I　am　in　

Audrey　feel　I　can　dominate　the　world。　

Blair　releu　what　he　had　written　and　then　marked　the　entire　paragraph　and　delete。　When　I'm　a　

psycho　Audrey　Eu　was　more　appropriate。　
〃A　beautiful　day　and　ESA　in　the　region；　as　we　began　our　descent　to　St。　Barts；〃　the　deep　

voice　of　the　captain　left　the　voice　system　of　the　plane。　〃I　want　to　thank　all　take　for　

flying　with　us　today。　Especially　want　to　thank　the　beautiful　brunette　in　24B。　Have　great　

parties；　and　I　hope　they　choose　the　United　again　when　traveling。〃　
Twenty…four　B。　Blair　looked　at　the　small　label　on　the　roof。　It　was　the　place　of　it。　She　

imagined　that　the　pilot　was　on　top　of　it　or　he　did？　
Miles　was　still　afagando　the　hair　of　her。　The　flight　attendant　returned　with　the　drink　of　

Miles　and　a　glass　of　champagne　for　Blair；　said　that　although　she　had　not　wanted。　
…　With　the　pliments　of　the　pilot；　said　the　flight　attendant　with　a　malicious　smile。　
Blair　felt　like　Mia　Farrow　in　Alice；　the　film　by　Woody　Allen　that　Mr。　Beckham　did　not　see　

the　class　once；　but　twice。　In　the　film；　Alice's　mother…obtusa　that　Park　Avenue；　it　was　a　

strange　place　in　Chinatown；　where　they　ate　weeds　interesting　Chinese　men　made　it　attracted　

flies。　
As　never　refuse　a　drink　when　it　is　extended；　Blair　took　a　glass　of　champagne　and　closed　his　

laptop；　put　it　in　the　Louis　Vuitton　folder　and　put　under　the　front　seat。　The　plane　was　

starting　to　fall；　and　outside　of　the　window　the　warm　Caribbean　Sea　glowed　promising。　Blair　

turned　the　ruby　ring　on　his　finger　repeatedly；　anxious　to　put　the　new　Gucci　black　bikini　and　

go　to　the　beach；　get　away　from　everything　and　everyone。　
Aaron　opened　his　eyes　and　straight　is　the　seat；　blocking　your　view。　He　smiled　at　her。　
…　Ended　his　essay？　
…　Fuck　you；　Blair　replied。　
d　is　ready　or　not　
…　More　curry！　…　Rufus　Humphrey　growl　for　tomato　sauce　after　you　prove　it　。…　More　rum！　…　It　

was　Friday　afternoon　and　their　annual　holiday　spree　should　begin　in　an　hour。　
…　But；　Dad；　the　lasagna　should　not　be　Italian？　…　Argued　Dan　
His　father　stressed　the　bastas　gray　eyebrows　and　cleaned　their　hands　in　the　sauce　shirt　SAVE　

THE　MIES！　white　and　dirty。　
…　When　did　you　bee　miser？　…　He　waved　a　spoon　to　stick　his　head　above　the　。…　There　are　no　

rules；　only　possibilities！　
Dan　has　to　shoulder　and　put　some　dark　glasses　of　rum　in　the　sauce。　Not　all　that　surprised　

when　the　delirious　with　lasagne　father。　After　a　few　bites；　were　a　plete　drunk。　
…　So；　who　is　the　guy　who　called　his　sister？　…　Rufus　asked。　He　used　words　such　as　face　to　

mock　the　way　Dan　and　Jenny　spoke。　It　was　totally　annoying。　
His　name　is　Nate　said　Da…abstractedly　。…　It　is　very　cool…he　added；　but　had　great　certainty　

that　the　father　desprezaria　Nate；　who　wore　polo　shirt　and　had　a　haircut　expensive。　Wore　

leather　shoes　and　belt；　and　in　general　was　so　stoned　he　could　not　have　a　conversation　

without　erupt　in　a　giggle　mules　in　the　middle　of　it。　But　the　not　bother　to　explain　that　if　

the　father。　I　was　too　distracted　by　the　fact　that　Vanessa　would　e　to　qualuqer　minute　and　

he　almost　be　convinced　to　say　that　she　wanted　sex。　
…　Well；　let's　hope　that　Nate　likes　of　Lasagne　Punjabi…gracejou　Rufus；　chianti　filling　the　

giant　mug　of　coffee　Mets。　
The　doorbell　rang　and　Rufus　went　to　greet　the　old　friend；　Lyle　Gross；　who　he　had　met　in　the　

park　twenty　years　before。　Lyle　was　one　of　those　guys　who　does　not　get　old；　and　when　we　see　

them　sitting　on　a　bench　in　park；　listening　to　a　Mets　game　in　the　portable　radio　and　a　copy　

of　weeks　studying　the　Daily　News　that　he　had　found　in　the　trash。　He　was　a　writer；　he　said；　

but　Dan　has　not　seen　any　proof。　
…　Got　grape…Lyle　said。　Had　bed　the　gray　hair　on　the　bald　and　wore　a　mustard…yellow　

sweater；　brown　wool　trousers　and　a　white　Nike　shoes。　There　was　injured　in　the　neck；　where　he　

cut　while　shaving。　It　was　difficult　to　look　at　it　means　。…　Hi；　Danielson！　
…　Oi。　…　said　Dan　Lyle　always　add　some　flourishes　to　the　name　of　the　people。　Probably　he　

thought　it　was　hilarious；　but　Dan　did　not　see　any　funny　about　it。　
Rufus　took　the　grapes　and　threw　to　Dan　
…　Put　some　of　those　in　there　too…ordered　it。　
…　Fine　。…　suspicious；　Dan　got　a　few　of　the　bag　and　placed　in　the　sauce。　By　this　time　he　

could　play　one　of　the　Marx　cc？s　there　that　nobody　would　notice。　Marx　was　his　obese　cat；　

which　was　now　esparramado　on　the　kitchen　table；　between　a　blade　and　a　huge　disk　of　parmesan　

cheese。　
While　Rufus　and　Lyle　were　in　the　room　choosing　a　vinyl　collation　of　Rufus；　Dan　mexou　the　

sauce　with　the　wobbly　hand；　wondering　how　exactly　it　should　refer　the　matter　sex　with　

Vanessa。　He　told　her　he　wanted　it　to　be　organic；　but　who　was　he　kidding？　Now　just　what　was　

wanted　it　to　end　quickly；　so　that　it　could　re…write；　because　he　was　sick　of　watching　the　

bloquinho　with　black　and　white　head　as　empty　as　the　sheet　of　paper。　
Dan　moved　the　sauce　ever　faster；　until　the　red　tomato　paste　overflowed　the　edge　of　the　pot。　

He　would　simply　have　to　talk　about　crack　and　hoped　that　Vanessa　not　Risse　him。　
v　is　in　the　right　place　at　the　wrong　time　

Vanessa　should　already　be　in　the　home　of　Dan；　but　had　all　the　equipment　loaded　film　j　

her；　and　was　a　quarry　…　first　in　the　L　subway　line　in　Williamsburg　for　14　and　then　west　on　

the　line　and　for　the　Central　Park　…　and　the　afternoon　was　so　beautiful　that　it　would　be　a　

shame　not　something　while　filming　was　in　the　street。　Snowy　had　the　night　before　and　the　

paths　of　the　park　were　frozen　and　slippery。　The　path　of　the　frozen　lake；　Vanessa　wanted　to　

put　the　new　Victoria's　Secret　underwear　in　the　bag　instead　be　using　the　clothes　underneath。　

The　rent　seemed　cold　skin　and　was　scratching　everywhere　wrong。　
After　the　lake　had　a　huge　oak；　the　branches　fall　with　pendants　of　ice。　Vanessa　picked　up　the　

camera　in　the　box。　I　could　film　the　pendants　and　use　them　in　the　opening　credits　of　the　film　

essay　about　New　York。　What　nice　way　to　introduce　the　film。　For　a　moment；　people　think　that　

had　been　run　in　a　serene　rural　area。　Then　it　cut　to　something　distinctly　urban；　and　shippers　

of　beef　carcasses　bloody　landing　on　West　Street。　
She　lost　time　with　the　lens；　trying　to　close　one　of　the　pendants　and　then　back　to　an　

overview。　Seemed　a　little　National　Geographic　do　it　otherwise。　Dan　always　said　that　she　

needed　to　take　more　action　in　films；　but　insisted　that　Vanessa　movie　was　exactly　as　poetry。　

Nothing　had　to　happen　necessarily；　just　had　to　feel　something。　
And　while　Vanessa　was　standing　in　the　snow　on　the　shores　of　the　frozen　lake；　trying　to　

capture　the　beauty　of　the　perfect　moment　and　pendants　of　ice；　she　finally　felt　one　thing：　a　

black　thong　ass　in　the　freezing　of　ine。　
That　afternoon；　Nate　had　led　Jenny　to　see　the　matinee　of　The　nutcracker　at　Lincoln　Center。　

It　was　exactly　as　Nate　remember；　with　the　huge　Christmas　tree　and　the　amazing　size　fighting　

in　mice。　Jenny　was　sitting　amazed；　fascinated　by　the　music；　the　scenery；　costumes　and　

dancers　…　especially　the　Fairy　Sugar。　The　heart　of　it　was　about　to　explode　in　the　end；　when　

Clara　and　her　nutcracker　prince　go　to　heaven　in　a　sleigh　pulled　by　horses。　
Then　Jenny　and　Nate　should　follow　straight　to　her　house　for　dinner　to　Rufus；　but　there　was　a　

more　perfect　to　destroy　an　afternoon　walk　than　go　to　the　home　of　the　father；　who；　with　his　

shirt　that　was　pouring　in　the　kitchen　rum　and　a　bottle　of　ketchup　economic　size　in　a　pan。　

Nate　was　so　perfect　all　day；　holding　her　hand　and　pointing　to　the　preferred　shares　of　the　

ballet。　Until　the　appearance　of　it　was　perfect；　of　Cashmere　in　gray　jacket　and　blue　shirt　to　

winkle。　
So；　instead；　Jenny　decided　to　go　home　by　the　longest　path　through　Central　Park。　
When　reached　the　path　to　the　lake　in　boats；　it　took　Nate's　hand　and　shook。　Their　black　boots　

of　suede　soles　had　a　smooth　and　She　slipped　in　the　ice。　Now　that　was　no　longer　distracted　by　

the　ballet；　she　could　not　fail　to　understand　the　strange　sensation　of　irritation　in　the　ass。　

In　silence　she　reminded　herself　to　relax　…　not　stuck　with　the　panties；　I　was　just　using　the　

new　thong。　
The　free　hand　of　Nate　was　locked　in　the　bag　of　weed　in　the　pocket　of　the　jacket　of　wool；　

keeping　it　warm。　There　was　nothing　worse　than　frozen　grass。　It　is　all　soaked　and　made　a　

tremendous　smoke　when　you　light　up。　He　wanted　to　turn　so　they　left　the　ballet；　but　there　was　

something　surreal　and　beautiful　diving　in　the　snow　in　the　sun　and　the　heat　of　the　hand　of　

his　that　Jenny　did　not　bother　to　tighten　one。　He　just　wanted　to　talk。　
…　You　have　a　bag　to　go　to　Maine　tomorrow　…　he　said。　…　But　I　finished　my　proposal　for　the　

university；　then　you'll　be　good　to　go　to　a　peaceful　place。　My　interviewer　at　Brown　said　they　

have　a　nice　new　course　called　Studies　of　Science　and　Technology。　I　was　thinking　that；　if　

there；　I　could　draw　boats　as　part　of　my　graduation。　
Jenny　based；　concentrated　in　the　feet。　She　did　not　want　Nate　travel　tomorrow。　I　wanted　to　

make　it　to　college；　too。　
The　lake　was　in　sight　now。　In　spring；　Nate　liked　being　in　the　gazebo；　hit　one　and　look　at　

the　ducks　swimming　and　filhotinhos　there。　The　lake　is　now　pletely　frozen。　Maybe　they　

could　walk　up　to　him。　
…　It　is　strange　…　he　continued。　…　At　this　time　last　year；　I　knew　exactly　where　would　the　

next　year：　here；　in　the　city；　going　to　school　and　zanzando　with　friends；　as　it　always　did。　

But　I　have　no　idea　where　I　will　be　next　year。　It　is　very　crazy。　
Jenny　turned　to　look　at　Nate；　asking　himself　as　he　react　if　she　told　you　right　now　that　

loved　him。　The　f