第37部分(第2/7 页)

lomped　out　of　her　mom？s　dressing　room　and　reached　for　the　chocolate　brown　velvet

curtain　hanging　in　the　doorway　of　her　dad？s。　？If　you　guys　are　in　there　together；　like；　doing　it　while

I？m　home；　then　that？s　really　gross；？　she　declared　flatly。　？Anyway；　I？m　going　over　to　Nate？s；　so？？

Her　father；　Harold　J。　Waldorf；　Esquire；　pulled　aside　the　velvet　curtain；　dressed　in　his　cashmere

tweed　Paul　Smith　bathrobe　and　nothing　else；　his　nicely　tanned；　handsome　face　looking　slightly

flushed。　？Mom？s　out　looking　at　dishes　for　the　Guggenheim　benefit。　I　thought　you　were　out。　Where

are　you　going　exactly？？　Blair　stared　at　him。　He　wasn？t　holding　a　phone；　and　if　her　mom　was　out；

then　who　the　fuck　had　he　just　been　talking　to？　She　stood　blinking　at　him　with　her　hands　on　her

hips；　tempted　to　peek　inside　his　dressing　room　to　see　who　he　was　hiding　in　there。

Does　she　really　want　to　know？

Instead；　she　stumbled　out　of　the　master　suite；　clomped　her　way　across　the　penthouse；　grabbed　her

blood　orange…colored　Jimmy　Choo　treasure　chest　hobo；　and　ran　for　the　elevator。

Outside　it　was　breathtakingly　cold；　and　fat　flakes　fell　at　random。　Usually　she　walked　the　twelve

blocks　to　Nate？s　house；　but　today　Blair　had　no　patience　for　walking？she　had　just　discovered　that

her　father　was　a　lying；　cheating　scum…bag；　after　all；　and　a　cab　was　waiting　for　her　downstairs。　Or

rather；　a　cab　was　waiting　for　Mrs。　Solomon　in　4A；　but　when　the　hunter　green　uniform…clad

doorman　saw　the　terrifying　look　on　Blair？s　normally　pretty　face；　he　let　her　take　it。

Besides；　hailing　cabs　in　the　snow　was　probably　the　highlight　of　his　day。

The　stone　walls　bordering　Central　Park　were　blanketed　in　snow。　A　tall；　elderly　woman　an