if you’re going to do it； why not enjoy it？
Across the room； Cyrus grabbed Eleanor and kissed her on the lips
in full view of everyone。 Blair shrank away from the revolting sight
of her mother and Cyrus acting like geeky teens with a crush and
turned to look out the penthouse window at Fifth Avenue and
Central Park。 The fall foliage was on fire。 A lone bicyclist rode out of
the Seventy…second Street entrance to the park and stopped at the
hot…dog vendor on the corner to buy a bottle of water。 Blair had
never noticed the hot…dog vendor before； and she wondered if he
always parked there； or if he was new。 It was funny how much you
could miss in what you saw every day。
Suddenly Blair was starving； and she knew just what she wanted： A
hot dog。 She wanted one right now—a steaming hot Sabrette hot
dog with mustard and ketchup and onions and sauerkraut—and she
was going to eat it in three bites and then burp in her mother’s
face。 If Cyrus could stick his tongue down her mother’s throat in
front of all of her friends； then she could eat a stupid hot dog。
“I’ll be right back；” Blair told Kati and Isabel。
She whirled around and began to walk across the room to the front
hall。 She was going to put on her coat； go outside； get a hot dog
from the vendor； eat it in three bites； e back； burp in her
mother’s face； have another drink； and then have sex with Nate。
“Where are you going？” Kati called after her。 But Blair didn’t stop；
she headed straight for the door。
Nate saw Blair ing and extracted himself from Cyrus and Blair’s
mother just in time。
“Blair？” he said。 “What’s up？”
Blair stopped and looke