the female equivalent of nasty。
“I’m not sure；” Mrs。 Archibald whispered back。 “But I think he might
be。” She snatched a cod…and…caper spring roll off Esther’s platter；
popped it into her mouth； and chewed it vigorously； refusing to say
anything more。 She couldn’t bear for Eleanor Waldorf to overhear
them。 Gossip and idle chat were amusing； but not at the expense of
an old friend’s feelings。
Bullshit！ Blair would have said if she could have heard Mrs。
Archibald’s thoughts。 Hypocrite！ All of these people were terrible
gossips。 And 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 wi