the mail； but now it
was just a silly old photograph that didn？t really invoke anything。
He glanced at the photo of him and Blair again； missing the way they used to kick around
together doing stupid things； like drinking way too many vodka tonics before a movie and then
running out during the previews because they couldn？t stop laughing。 Her
new…shoe…and…Kiehl？s…cucumber…skin…cream smell。 The way she was so sexy when she was
throwing a fit。 He wanted her to sit on his lap。 He wanted her hands in his pockets。 He wanted her
to call him at seven o？clock in the morning on a Sunday because she was hyper and couldn？t wait
for him to wake up。
He tossed the photos back in the pirate？s chest and closed the lid。 Hanging on the clothes rail
inside a clear plastic bag was the moss green cashmere sweater Blair had given him last spring。
The maid had sent it to the dry cleaners so it would be ready for Nate to wear at Yale in the fall。
Nate ripped open the bag and felt inside the sweater？s right sleeve。 No； maybe it was the left。 Yes；
there it was。 The tiny gold heart pendant Blair had sewn inside it so that he would always be
wearing her heart on his sleeve。 Blair probably thought he hadn？t noticed the heart； but he wore
the sweater so much； how could he not have？ He loved that sweater。
Sounds like the love went beyond knitwear。
Tears began to seep out of the corners of Nate？s green eyes as he grasped the gold heart pendant
between his thumb and forefinger and ripped it out of the sweater？s sleeve。 His phone rang before
he could decide what to do next。
Hopefully nothing too rash。
？Hello？？
？It？s been a rocky year for you； son；？ Co