青帝小说

第6部分（第2页）

The　boutique　was　on　West　Fourteenth　Street　in　the　meat…packing　district；　where　the　streets

actually　smelled　like　carcasses　and　manure　from　all　the　old　meat　warehouses。　Leave　it　to　Les　Best；

creator　of　the　most　beautifully　tailored　leisure　wear　in　the　world；　to　think　that　the　rawness　of　the

neighborhood　was　so　cool；　he　just　had　to　open　up　shop　there。　The　space　was　huge　and　decorated

all　in　white　muslin　with　only　one　or　two　brightly　colored　tennis　dresses　or　polo　jackets　hanging

from　giant　steel　hooks　sticking　out　of　the　walls。　The　idea　was　that　unless　you　really　knew　enough

about　the　clothes　to　ask　to　see　more；　you　had　no　purpose　shopping　there。

？We？re　all　out　of　the　golfing　jackets；　I？m　afraid；？　the　bleached…blond　salesgirl　answered　in　an

English　accent。　She　was　dressed　all　in　white；　too。　Even　her　sneakers　were　made　of　white　pony

fur。　？My　manager　nicked　the　last　one　for　himself。？

Serena　examined　a　gorgeous　red…and…white…striped　silk　tennis　dress　hanging　on　a　hook

nearby。　？Damn；？　she　said　under　her　breath。　？I　keep　seeing　that　jacket　in　magazines　and　I　thought　it

would　be　the　perfect　thing。？　Les　Best　was　her　favorite　new　designer；　but　maybe　the　clothes　were　a

little　too　haute　couture　for　Aaron　anyway。　He　was　more　of　a　skater…boy　kind　of　dresser。　She

hitched　her　deep　gold　leather　Longchamp　bag　onto　her　shoulder。　？Thanks　for　your　help；？　she

called；　hoping　to　make　it　over　to　XLarge？a　skate　store　on　Lafayette　Street？before　it　closed。

？Wait！？　someone　called　out。

Serena　paused　in　the　doorway　and　turned　around。　Were　they　talking　to　her？

A　tanned　guy　with　a　bleached…blond　crew　cut　wearing　the　exact　bright　green　golfing　jacket　she？d

been　hoping　to　buy　for　Aaron　was　holding　open　a　white　door　in　the　back　of　the　store。　He　smiled　as

he　walked　toward　her。　？I　hope　you　don？t　mind　my　asking。？　He　cocked　his　head　and　gave　Serena

the　once…over。　？Les　asked　me　to　look　for　a　？real　girl？　for　his　show　in　Bryant　Park　on　Friday。　I　only

caught　a　glimpse　of　you　as　you　were　leaving；　but　I　justknow　you？d　be　perfect。　I？ve　seen　your

picture　in　the　society　pages。　You？re　Serena；　right？？

Serena　nodded；　unfazed。　She　was　used　to　being　recognized　from　photographs　in　gossip　columns。

She？d　even　had　an　unnamed　body　part　photographed　by　the　famous　Remi　brothers　in　October。　The

photo　had　been　picked　up　by　a　New　York　Transit　Authority　arts　project　and　had　wound　up　being

pasted　all　over　the　city。

？Are　you　interested？？　the　guy　asked；　raising　his　blond…tinted　eyebrows　hopefully。　？You？re　just

what　we？ve　been　looking　for。？

Serena　fiddled　with　the　ties　on　her　white　cashmere　earflap　hat。　This　Friday　she　and　Aaron　had

planned　to　spend　the　whole　night　together；　drinking　at　Soap　on　the　Lower　East　Side；　watching

late…night　TV　in　her　bedroom；　and　。　。　。　hanging　out。

Whateverthat　means。