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eating less and less. Everything she ate went straight to her boobs,
anyway. Dan worried about his little sister’s eating habits, but Jenny
was as spunky and energetic as ever, so what did he know? For
instance, he didn’t know that Jenny bought a toasted, buttered,
chocolate-chip scone almost every day on her way to school at a
little gourmet deli on Broadway.
Not exactly a great strategy for breast reduction.
Dan was eating an Entenmann’s chocolate donut—his second—and
sipping instant coffee with Coffee-mate and four teaspoons of sugar.
He liked sugar and caffeine, which was probably part of the reason
why his hands shook. Dan wasn’t into being healthy. He liked to live
on the edge.
While he ate, Dan was studying Vanessa Abrams’s script for her
short film, the film he was supposed to star in. He kept reading the
same line, over and over, like a mantra: Life is fragile and absurd.
“Tell me you don’t care about Serena van der Woodsen being back,”
Jenny challenged Dan. She put a piece of grapefruit in her mouth
and sucked on it. Then she stuck her fingers in her mouth, pulled
out the white pulpy skin stuff, and put it on her plate. “You should
see her,” she went on. “She looks so completely cool. It’s like she
has this whole new look. I don’t mean her clothes; it’s her face. She
looks older, but it’s not like wrinkles or anything. It’s like she’s Kate
Moss or some model who’s like, been everywhere and seen
everything and come out on the other side. She looks like she’s
totally, like, experienced.”
Jenny waited for her brother to respond, but he was just staring into
his coffee cup.
Life is fragile and absurd.
“Don’t you even want to see her?” Jenny asked.
Dan thought about what he’d heard Chuck Bass say about Serena.
He hadn’t wanted to believe any of it, but if Serena looked as
experienced as Jenny said, maybe what Chuck said was true. Maybe
Serena really was the sluttiest, druggiest, most venereally diseased
girl in New York.
Dan shrugged his shoulders and pointed at the pile of grapefruit
carcasses on Jenny’s plate. “That is so foul,” he said. “Can’t you just
eat a Pop-Tart or something, like a normal person?”
“What’s wrong with grapefruit?” Jenny said. “It’s refreshing.”
“Watching you eat it like that isn’t. It’s disgusting,” Dan said. He
stuffed the rest of his donut in his mouth and licked the chocolate
off his fingers, being careful not to smudge any on his script.
“Don’t look, then,” said Jenny. “Anyway, you didn’t answer my
question.”
Dan looked up. “What question?”