Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly
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it was thick and long, but in between were bald patches and<br />
patches of five o’clock shadow. His curly gray hair was matted and<br />
his brown eyes bleary. There was a cigarette tucked behind each of<br />
his ears.<br />
Jenny and Dan looked at their father for a moment in silence.<br />
Then Jenny sighed and turned back to the dishes. “Never mind,”<br />
she said.<br />
Dan smirked and leaned back in his chair. Their father hated the<br />
Upper East Side and all its pretensions. He only sent Jenny to<br />
Constance because it was a very good school and because he used<br />
to date one of the English teachers there. But he hated the idea<br />
that Jenny might be influenced <strong>by</strong> her classmates, or “those<br />
debutantes,” as he called them.<br />
Dan knew their dad was going to love this.<br />
“Jenny wants to go to some fancy benefit next week,” he said.<br />
Mr. Humphrey pulled one of the cigarettes from behind his ear and<br />
stuck it in his mouth, playing with it between his lips. “A benefit for<br />
what?” he demanded.<br />
Dan rocked his chair back and forth, a smug look on his face. Jenny<br />
turned off the faucet and glared at him, daring him to go on.<br />
“Get this,” Dan said. “It’s a party to raise money for those peregrine<br />
falcons that live in Central Park. They’re probably going to build like,<br />
birdhouse mansions for them or something. Like there aren’t<br />
thousands of homeless people that could use the money.”<br />
“Oh, shut up,” Jenny said, furious. “<strong>You</strong> think you know everything.<br />
It’s just a stupid party. I never said it was a great cause.”<br />
“<strong>You</strong> call that a cause?” her father bellowed. “Shame on you. Those<br />
people only want those birds around because they’re pretty.<br />
Because it makes them feel like they’re in the pretty countryside,<br />
like they’re at their houses in Connecticut or Maine. They’re<br />
decorative. Leave it to the leisure class to come up with some<br />
charity that does absolutely no one any good at all!”<br />
Jenny leaned back against the kitchen counter, stared up at the<br />
ceiling, and tuned her father out. She’d heard this same tirade<br />
before. It didn’t change anything. She still wanted to go to that<br />
party.<br />
“I just want to have some fun,” she said stubbornly. “Why does it<br />
have to be such a big deal?”<br />
“It’s a big deal because you’re going to get used to this silly<br />
debutante nonsense, and you’re going to wind up a big fake like<br />
your mother, who hangs around rich people all the time because<br />
she’s too scared to think for herself,” her father shouted, his<br />
unshaven face turning dark red. “Dammit, Jenny. <strong>You</strong> remind me<br />
more and more of your mother every day.”