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第3部分（第3页）

you　think　you　know　someone

？Honey；　I？m　hoooome！？　Dan　stuck　his　head　into　the　doorway　of　his　little　sister　Jenny？s

bedroom。　？Vanessa？？

？Hey。？　Vanessa　stood　up　from　behind　Jenny？s　painting　easel。　The　cozy　room　was　still　lined　with

Jenny？s　canvases？　washed…out　landscapes；　architectural　drawings　of　famous　New　York　buildings

like　the　Dakota　on　Seventy…second　Street；　some　nude　portraits　Vanessa　saw　Dan　avert　his　eyes

from　just　in　case　they　were　his　sister？sself　…portraits。　She　wrapped　her　arms　around　Dan？s　skinny

frame　and　squeezed。　？Thank　you　so　much　for　letting　me　stay　here。？

？It？ll　be　great；？　he　assured　her；　plopping　down　on　the　blue…flannel…duvet…covered　bed。　？We？ll

make　it　our　Big　New　York　Summer。　I？ve　been　thinking　all　about　it。　All　the　things　we？ll　do

together？pedaling　those　stupid　boats　in　Central　Park；　bagels　from　H&H　Bagels　on　our　days　off？？

？Um；　that　sounds　great；　but　I？m　going　to　be　really　busy　with　work；　you　know？　It？s　going　to　take

a　lot　of　work　to　get　this　movie　right。？　She　nodded　toward　the　puter　screen　where　Serena　van

der　Woodsen？s　ethereal　face　was　paused；　her　eyes　half　closed。　She　was　reviewing　the　rehearsal

footage　from　this　afternoon；　and　if　it　was　any　indication　of　what　the　finished　film　would　look

like？well；　it　wasn？t　pretty。

？Right。？　Dan　pouted　a　little。　？Of　course。？

On　the　up　side；　the　longer　Serena　fumbled　through　her　rehearsals；　the　more　time　Vanessa　had　to

experiment　with　her　camera　work。　She　was　going　to　give　him　something　better。　She　was

determined　to　do　something　truly　avant…garde　and　unusual；　something　that　would　really　wow　Ken

Mogul　and　his　producers。　He？d　mentioned　Godard。　But　she　was　the　master　of　mixing　humor　with

tragedy。　She　would　show　the　used　condom　stuck　to　Holly？s　shoe；　the　tarnished　side　of　the　party

princess！

？Where？s　your　dad？？　she　asked；　changing　the　subject。　It　was　only　a　matter　of　time　before　she　ran

into　Dan？s　Beat　poet　dad；　Rufus；　wearing　his　usual　stained　Mets　T…shirt　and　too…snug　tan　cargo

shorts。　She　was　hoping　to　see　him　before　they　had　a　middle…of…the…night　runin。　Who　knew　what

he？d　be　wearing　then？

He　shrugged。　？You　talk　to　Ruby？？　He　dug　into　his　pockets　and　retrieved　a　battered　old　pack　of

Camels；　lit　one；　and　then　lay　back　on　Jenny？s　lumpy；　narrow　bed。　？I　hope　you　guys　made　up。

Life？s　too　short；　you　know？？

？Huh？？Vanessa　asked　lazily；　lying　down　next　to　him。　Ruby　had　sent　a　couple　of　apologetic　text

messages；　but　Vanessa　was　too　mad　to　bother　reading　them　all　the　way　through。　She　could

imagine　Ruby　squeezing　Piotr？s　back　zits　while　they　did　it　in　his　paint…splattered　studio？aka　her

old　room。　She　snuggled　her　almost…bald　head　into　Dan？s　ropy　neck　and　whispered；　？I　can？t　really

deal　with　it　now；　you　know？？

？That？s　too　bad；？　he　observed　solemnly。　？I　always　admired　your　relationship。？

？Sure。？　She　couldn？t　resist　giggling　a　little。　？Are　you　feeling　okay？？

Dan　turned　toward　her　so　their　noses　were　almost　touching。　Vanessa　kissed　his　smoky…tasting