波波小说

第8部分（第4页）

Dan　hastily　slurped　down　the　last　oyster。　？What　do　you　want　me　to　do？？　he　asked；　sounding　just

as　excited　as　she　did。See　how　perfect　we　are　for　each　other？　he　thought。　They　were　both　totally

getting　off　on　the　fact　that　Aaron　had　no　clue。　Of　course；　cheating　was　bad　and　wrong；　but　it　was

totally　fun　when　you　were　pletely；　madly　in　love　with　the　person　you　were　doing　it　with！

？I？ll　go　downstairs　and　distract　him；？　Vanessa　whispered；　even　though　the　traffic　on　the

Williamsburg　Bridge　was　so　loud　no　one　could　possibly　have　heard　her。　？While　you　leave。？

Dan　shoved　the　cork　into　the　half…drunk　bottle　of　Merlot　and　tried　to　prop　it　up　inside　his　black

Manhattan　Transfer　messenger　bag。　？You　want　me　to　leave？？　he　responded；　baffled。　He？d

imagined　scaling　the　outside　of　the　building　like　Spider…Man　with　Vanessa　clinging　to　his　neck

like　Kirsten　Dunst。

Like　that　would　ever　happen；　Mr。　Spaghetti　Arms。

？You　can　leave　that　here。？　Vanessa　pointed　at　the　wine。　？We？ll　drink　it　later。？

Wemeaning　she　and　Dan；　or　she　and　Aaron？

？Fine；？　Dan　replied；　catching　on　to　the　fact　that　Vanessa　was　about　to　go　downstairs　and　pretend

he？d　never　even　been　there。　God；　she　was　smart。　And　so　tough　and　cool　under　pressure。　？Good

luck　studying　this　weekend。？

Vanessa　gave　his　butt　a　little　slap。　？I？ll　call　you；？　she　promised　before　hurrying　downstairs。　The

door　to　the　apartment　was　open　and　Aaron　was　in　the　shower。

Vanessa　undressed　for　the　second　time　in　fifteen　minutes。

？Hi；？　she　greeted　him；　yanking　back　the　shower　curtain。

？Hey。？　Aaron　grinned　and　held　out　a　soap…flecked　hand　to　help　her　in。

Dan　tiptoed　slowly　downstairs；　reading　Neruda　aloud　to　himself；　his　hands　sweating　as　he　tried

to　figure　out　if　what　had　just　happened　was　either　insanely　exciting　or　insanely　insulting。

？　In　this　part　of　the　story　I　am　the　one　who　dies。　？

The　problem　with　poets　like　him　is　they　always　err　on　the　negative　side。

Guess　who？s　ing　to　breakfast　at　fred？s？

Saturday　morning；　the　line　of　gorgeous　girls　wound　its　way　out　Barneys？　front　doors；　up

Madison　to　Sixty…first　Street；　and　around　the　corner　to　Fifth　Avenue。　Most　of　them　were　wearing

black　sleeveless　cocktail　dresses；　pointy　black　flats；　and　black　Jackie　Onassis？big　sunglasses。

Serena　was　wearing　her　favorite　new　pair　of　True　Religion　jeans。

Typical。

Somehow；　she？d　managed　to　be　one　of　the　first　girls　in　line。　Maybe　it　was　because　she　and　Nate

had　never　really　gone　to　sleep　last　night？thanks　to　the　little　bottle　of　pills　he　kept　popping？？an

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