plete； like everything was exactly the way it was supposed to be。 Now Blair was going to
marry that English guy。 Was it really true？ Suddenly； Nate had to know。
He sat up； took a swig from the chilly bottle of orangeade and reached for the black Bang &
Olufsen telephone on his bedside table。 He hesitated for a second before dialing those familiar
digits。
？It？s Blair。？ She answered after a couple of rings。 She sounded curt； professional； like she hadn？t
recognized the number。
？Hey。？ Nate turned over onto his stomach and fiddled nervously with the sheets。
？Nate？？ she yawned； sounding bored already。 ？God； I？m sorry。 I？m sotired 。？
？Yeah； it？s me；？ he replied sheepishly。 He suddenly couldn？t remember why he had thought
calling Blair would be a good idea。
？I？m working；？ Blair explained。 ？It？s been a crazy week。？
？That？s cool。？ Blair had ajob ？ Wow； things really had changed。
？Yes；？ she agreed。 ？Bailey Winter has really been busting my ass。？
Nate had no idea what she was talking about but decided he should try to be
sympathetic。 ？That？s too bad。？