gossip girl 9 英文- 第16部分

Blair　pulled　the　covers　over　her　head　and　moaned。　Why　was　her　mother　carrying　on　like　this　so　
early　in　the　morning？　

？Blair　Waldorf；？　her　mom　hissed。　？I？m　serious；　young　lady。　e　out　from　under　there。　We　need　
to　have　a　little　chat。？　

？I　hope　you　know　I　barely　slept；？　Blair　snapped；　sitting　up　and　snatching　the　coffee　from　her　
mother？s　hands。　She　took　a　long　sip　and　tugged　at　the　flimsy　white　Hanro　camisole　she？d　chosen　
to　sleep　in。　

？First；？　Eleanor　ranted；　？what　are　you　doing　home？？　Gripping　her　robe　with　one　hand；　she　
leaned　in　and　studied　her　daughter？s　face。　？You？re　supposed　to　be　in　London！？　

For　a　fiftysomething…year…old　who？d　just　had　a　baby；　Eleanor　looked　pretty　good　in　the　morning。　
Blair　wondered　if　her　mom　had　had　something　done　to　her　face　while　she　was　away；　or　maybe　it　
was　some　new　eye　cream　Blair　would　eventually　steal。　

？Something　came　up。？　Blair　reached　for　the　green…tea…soaked　eyepads　she　kept　in　a　drawer　in　her　
bedside　table；　placing　one　over　each　eye。　

？Well；　next　time　you　might　think　to　give　me　a　call　and　let　me　know　what　you？re　up　to。？　Eleanor　
snatched　the　eye　pads　away。　？I　had　a　call　this　morning　from　American　Express。　I　don？t　like　it　
when　my　credit　card　pany　knows　my　daugh…ter？s　whereabouts　before　I　do。？　

？What？？　Blair　demanded；　sitting　up　a　little　straighter。　


？American　Express　called　because　someone　charged　a　4；000　plane　ticket　to　my　account；？　
Eleanor　scolded。　？I　was　about　to　call　the　police。　Then　I　noticed　the　new　blue　leather　Herm？s　
luggage　set　in　the　foyer。？　

？I　came　in　late；？　Blair　explained。　？I　didn？t　want　to　wake　you。？　

？That？s　only　part　of　the　problem。？　Eleanor　stood　and　paced　around　the　room。　？Blair；　it？s　about　
time　you　learned　some　responsibility。　You？re　not　a　child　anymore。　You？re　going　tohave　to　learn　
how　to　manage　your　money。？　

This　from　the　woman　who　bought　each　of　her　children　a　private　island　in　the　South　Pacific！　

　？Mom；？　Blair　whined。　

？Don？t　？Mom？　me；？　Eleanor　ordered　sharply。　？You　know　I　never　say　no　to　my　children；　you　
know　that；　don？t　you？　I？ve　always　given　you　whatever　you　wanted；　haven？t　I？？　

Well；　wasn？t　that　her　job？　

？Yes；　I　have。？　Eleanor　had　never　given　a　parental　lecture　before；　and　Blair　could　see　she　was　
getting　into　it。　？But　this　is　too　much。　I　talked　it　over　with　Cyrus　and　we　agreed　that　something　has　
to　be　done。？　

Excuse　me；　why　was　her　mother　discussing　her　private　business　with　Cyrus　Rose；　her　stupid；　
red…faced；　tacky…assed　stepfather？　？I　don？t　even　know　what　you？re　talking　about。？　Blair　yawned；　
draining　the　coffee　cup。　She　wondered　how　long　this　particular　chat　was　going　to　last。　The　whole　
thing　was　just　so　。。。boring　。　She　needed　more　sleep；　and　a　long　bath；　and　a　facial　to　get　rid　of　all　
the　London　grime；　and　maybe　a　haircut　and　a　few　face…framing　highlights　to　go　with　her　cleansed　
and　exfoliated　face。　

？What　I？m　talking　about；　Blair；　is　this　American　Express　bill。？　Eleanor　shook　a　wrinkled　fax。　？I　
had　them　send　it　over　as　soon　as　the　woman　on　the　phone　told　me　about　your　。　。　。　shopping　
exploits。？

　Oops。　

？Well；　Mom；？　Blair　admitted；　？I　might　have　gone　alittle　overboard　on　the　wedding　dress；　but　
once　you　see　it；　I　know　you？ll　agree？？　

？Wedding　dress？？her　mother　gasped。　？I　guess　that　explains　the　eighteen…thousand…dollar　charge。　
What　is　this　about　a　wedding？？　She　sat　down　on　the　bed　and　fanned　herself　with　her　
diamond…encrusted　fingers。　？I　feel　like　I？m　going　to　faint！　You？re　getting　married？　Oh；　Blair！　I　
don？t　know　what　to　say！？　She　threw　her　arms　around　Blair　and　burst　into　noisy　tears。　Then　she　


abruptly　sat　up。　？No；　wait；　I　do：　over　my　dead　damn　body　you？re　getting　married！　Have　you　lost　
your　mind？！？　

Blair　rolled　her　eyes。　？No；　Mom；　I？m　not　getting　married。　At　least；　not　right　away。　Anyway；　that　
dress　was　only　ten　thousand；　not　eighteen。？　

Oh；　yes；　that？s　much　better。　

？No；　my　dear；　innocent　child。？　Eleanor　shook　her　head。　？Didn？t　you　realize　that　the　exchange　
rate　is　almost　two　to　one？？　

？Look；？　Blair　declared　hurriedly；　？I？m　sorry；　okay？　I　only　bought　a　few　things；　and　they？re　all　
for　school。？　

Yeah。　We　all　wear　wedding　gowns　to　freshman　orientation。　

It　didn？t　look　like　she　was　going　to　escape　any　time　soon。　Blair　picked　up　the　new　issue　ofW　
she？d　left　on　the　night　table。　She？d　bought　the　oversize　magazine　to　keep　her　occupied　on　the　long　
flight；　but　the　plimentary　Maker？s　Mark　bourbon　had　ended　up　being　a　much　more　interesting　
diversion。　

？Blair。？　Eleanor　sighed　and　squeezed　Blair？s　knee　through　the　purplish…brown　hemp…blend　
bedspread。　？I　don？t　mind　you　buying　a　few　things？but　a　wedding　dress？？　She　paused。　？Still；　I　bet　
it？s　quite　a　dress。？　

？It　is！？　Blair　exclaimed。This　was　the　mother　she　knew　and　sort　of　loved。　

？Even　so；　I？ve　talked　it　over　with　Cyrus；　and　I？m　going　to　call　your　father　this　afternoon；　but　I　
think　he？ll　agree　that；　since　you？re　home　now；　presumably　to　stay？？　

？I？m　definitelynot　going　back　to　London；？　Blair　inter…jected；　trying　not　to　feel　emotional　about　

her　dramatic　departure　from　Marcus？s　hometown。　Had　he　even　noticed　she　was　gone？　

？？this　is　the　perfect　opportunity　for　you　to　find　some　work　for　the　summer。　A　job。？　

Awhat　？　No　prende；　se？ora。　

The　room　was　spinning。　？What　did　you　just　say；　Mom？　Ajob　？？　

？Yes；　dear。　A　job。？　

Blair　fell　back　onto　the　pillows　and　threw　her　arm　over　her　eyes。　？But　I？lldie　if　I　have　to　work。？　

？Don？t　overreact；？　Eleanor　insisted。　？It？ll　be　a　terrific　experience　before　starting　school。？　


？Haveyou　ever　worked？？　Blair　demanded。　She　began　to　flip　through　the　magazine　angrily；　
almost　tearing　the　pages　as　she　turned　them。　She？d　just　fled　a　country；　having　been　spurned　by　the　
love　of　her　life。　A　lecture　from　her　never…worked…a…day…in…her…life　mother　on　the　merits　of　
employment　and　pulling　herself　up　by　her　bootstraps　was　the　absolutelast　thing　she　needed。　

？That？s　beside　the　point；？　Eleanor　replied　evenly。　？We？re　not　talking　about　me；　we？re　talking　
about　you　helping　to　pay　some　of　these　exorbitant　bills。　If　you？re　going　to　spend　this　much；　
you？re　going　to　have　to　earn　something。？　

Workfor　the　summer？　Blair　closed　her　eyes？no　one　she　knew　was　working　during　this；　their　last　
summer　vacation　ever。　No　one！　Well；　except　for　Nate；　but　that　was　a　punishment。　There　was　
Serena；　too；　but　that　wasn？t　really　a　job？it　was　a　dream　e　true。　

Blair？s　eyes　suddenly　came　to　rest　on　the　page　in　front　of　her。Speak　of　the　fucking　devil　。　There；　
smack…dab　in　the　middle　of　Suzy？s　latest　reports　on　all　the　society　gossip；　was　a　photograph　of　
Serena　van　der　Woodsen　arm　in　arm　with　the　designer　Bailey　Winter。　Blair　remembered　when　that　
photograph　had　been　taken；　at　Winter？s　runway　presentation　the　previous　season。　She　and　Serena　
had　been　seated　in　the　front　row？naturally？and　when　the　designer　had　e　out　to　take　his　final　
bow；　he？d　noticed　Serena　in　the　audience　and　pulled　her　up　onto　the　runway　with　him。　

Tuning　out　her　mother？s　relentless　drone；　Blair　scanned　the　page　to　see　whether　there　was　some　
news　about　Serena。　And　indeed　there　was：　Suzy？s　column　was　all　about　how　Bailey　Winter　had　
signed　on　with　Ke