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第22部分（第4页）

anyway。　You　don？t　mind；　do　you；　sweetheart？？

Blair　stared　at　her　mother　blankly。　She　hadn？t　wanted　a　stepbrother　or　a　stepfather　and　she

certainly　didn？t　want　a　baby　sister；　especially　not　one　who　was　going　to　take　over　herroom　。　？I？m

going　to　go　lie　down；？　she　replied　weakly。

？I？ll　have　Myrtle　send　in　some　bouillon；？　her　mother　called　after　her。

Blair　slammed　her　bedroom　door　and　dove　onto　her　bed；　burying　her　head　in　the　depths　of　her

extrasoft　goose…down　pillows。　Kitty　Minky；　her　gray　Russian　Blue　cat；　jumped　onto　her　back　and

kneaded　his　paws　into　her　black…and…white　Fair　Isle　sweater。　？Help　me；？　Blair　moaned　miserably

to　her　cat。　If　only　she　could　lie　there　until　late　August　and　then　be　helicoptered　to　her　new　dorm

room　at　Yale；　skipping　all　the　bad　parts　in　the　script　of　the　movie　that　was　her　life；　the　parts　that

needed　to　be　rewritten。

Out　of　habit；　she　reached　out　and　punched　the　playback　button　on　the　answering　machine　on　her

bedside　table；　keeping　her　eyes　closed　as　she　listened。

？Hello；　Blair；　it？s　Owen。　Owen　Wells。　Sorry　I　couldn？t　call　earlier。　What　happened？　I　woke　up

and　you　were　gone。　Anyway；　Happy　Valentine？s　Day；　gorgeous。　Call　me　back　when　you　have　a

moment。　Bye…bye。？

？Hello；　Blair；　it？s　Owen　again。　Did　you　get　my　flowers？　I　hope　you　like　them。　Call　me　back

when　you　have　a　moment。　Thanks。　？Bye。？

？Hello；　Blair。　I　know　it？s　short　notice；　but　would　you　like　to　have　dinner　with　me？　Um；　this　is

Owen　by　the　way。　Plans　on　the　home　front　have　changed　and　I？m　all　freed　up。　So　how　？bout　Le

Cirque　this　evening；　gorgeous？　Give　me　a　call。？

？Hello；　Blair。　I　got　a　table　at　Le　Cirque？？　Blair　kicked　her　answering　machine　off　the　bedside

table　and　it　came　unplugged。　She　didn？t　care　that　Owen　had　the　sexiest　voice　and　was　the　best

kisser　in　all　of　New　York。　She　couldn？t　play　Audrey　to　his　Cary　anymore；　not　when　Cary　had

turned　out　to　be　a　lying；　cheating；　son…of…a…bitch；　scumbagdad　。　She　didn？t　even　care　if　Owen　told

Yale　she　was　a　stupid　flake　who　wouldn？t　last　more　than　two　weeks　there。　Fuck　Owen；　and　fuck

Yale。

She　grabbed　her　phone　and　dialed　Owen？s　cell　phone　number。　It　was　the　only　number　he？d　given

her；　probably　because　it　was　the　only　phone　he　could　be　sure　of　answering　himself。

？Blair？？　Owen　answered　eagerly　on　the　first　ring。　？Where　have　you　been？　I？ve　been　trying　to　get

ahold　of　you　all　day！？

？In　high　school？？　Blair　shot　back。　？I　know　it　was　a　long　time　ago　for　you；　but　it？s　this　place

where　you　go　during　the　week　where　they　teach　you　stuff。　I？m　only　home　now　because　I？m　not

feeling　well。？

？Oh。　I　guess　you？re　not　up　for　dinner　then？？

Owen？s　voice　didn？t　sound　nearly　as　sexy　now　that　she　knew　what　a　plete　asshole　he　was。

Blair　walked　over　to　the　full…length　mirror　on　the　back