at him accusingly； her golden cat
eyes glowing eerily in the dark。 Nate grabbed his jeans； shirt； and
shoes and headed for the front door。 He could hardly wait for that
burrito。
The front door closed with a hollow bang； but Blair remained locked
in the bathroom； standing in front of the mirror glaring at her tear…
stained reflection。 The tube of Serena’s lip gloss was still lying on
the sink where she had left it。 Blair picked it up with trembling
fingers。 Gash； it was called。 What an ugly name。 Of course Serena
could wear lip gloss with ugly names； and tights with holes in them；
and dirty old shoes； and never cut her hair； and still get the boy。
Blair grunted at the irony of it all and opened her bathroom window；
tossing the lip gloss out into the night and waiting to hear it land on
the pavement below。 But she couldn’t hear a thing。
Her head was too full of the new movie she was working on。 The
movie in which the fabulous Serena van der Woodsen was run over
by a bus with her stupid picture plastered to the side of it and was
horribly maimed。 Her old friend Blair would take time out from her
busy life with her doting husband； Nate； to feed Elephant Girl
Serena mashed pears and tell her all about the parties she and Nate
had been to。 Serena would grunt and fart in response； but
charitable Blair wouldn’t mind。 It was the least she could do。
Everyone would call her Saint Blair； and she would win awards for
her golden heart。
Just before midnight； the taxi pulled up at 994 Fifth Avenue。 Across
the street； the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art were
deserted； glowing eerily white in the lig