That was the thing about making a new friend?you were never quite sure if you totallyknew them
or not。
?Did you paint that?? Elise asked; pointing to the oil portrait Jenny had painted of her father;
which was hanging over the mantel。 Rufus was wearing a white V…neck undershirt with cigarette
burns in it; and he hadn?t shaved in days。 His wiry gray hair stuck out in all directions; and his
hazel eyes were wild with caffeine…induced excitement and from doing too much acid in the
sixties。 It was a pretty accurate portrait。
?Yup。? Jenny wound more noodles around her chopsticks。 She hadn?t painted anything since the
portraits she?d done of Nate in December。 She?d painted his face in every style she?d studied。
There was Picasso Nate; Monet Nate; Dali Nate; Warhol Nate; and Pollock Nate。 But when Nate
had broken her heart; she?d burned them all in a metal trash can out on West Ninety…ninth Street。
It had been a moment of catharsis?their love turned to ashes。 Actually; now that she thought about
it; she should have saved the ashes and made something with them?a self…portrait or a calming
seascape?but it was too late now。
Elise reached for yet another dumpling。 ?Will you paint me?? she asked。
Jenny glanced out the smudged living room window。 The snow was so thick; it looked like
someone was exploding giant down pillows in the sky。 ?Sure;? she said; standing up to get her
paints。 It wasn?t like she had anything better to do。
?Cool!? Elise tossed the remains of the dumpling back into the container and unbuttoned her
too…tight Seven jeans。 Then she pulled her pink Gap turtleneck over her head; taking her pull…on
crop…top bra with it。 When Jenny returned with a clean white canvas and her palette of oils; Elise
was sprawled out on the couch; her wiry blonde hair dusting her freckled shoulders; pletely
naked。
?What are you doing?? Jenny demanded; mystified。
Elise stretched her arms over her head and settled her head back against the throw pillows。 ?I?ve
always wanted to pose nude;? she said。 ?You know; like that scene in the movieTitanic 。?
Jenny sat down cross…legged on the floor opposite her and wetted her brush。 ?Whatever;? she
remarked; frowning at her eager; voluptuous subject。
Maybe her new friend was less insecure than she?d first thought。 And a lot crazier; too。
some like it hot
Blair sat at a corner table in the downstairs bar of Red; the new cozily romantic Perry Street
boutique hotel; drinking Absolut and tonic and trying not to watch the coverage of Fashion Week
on the Metro Channel。 It seemed like every time she looked up they were showing the same clip
of Serena prancing around the runway at the Les Best show wearing her school uniform