sque； her
feet and hands stuck with acupuncture needles； sipping detoxifying herbal tea as she lounged on a
daybed chatting to an attentive counselor in a white linen tunic。
？If you could be any sort of animal； what would you be？？ the counselor would ask her。 Nothing
too challenging。
Rehab。 Why hadn？t she thought of it before？ Sure； there might be a little therapy involved； but
she？d never had a problem talking about herself。 And best of all；Nate would be there ？the two of
them alone together； away from the city and all its messy baggage。 She？d always dreamed of
spending a weekend with Nate at a romantic bed…and…breakfast on the Cape or in the Hamptons。 A
rehab clinic in Greenwich； Connecticut； would be almost as good。 Sure； she？d thought she？d
wanted to erase Nate？s arrogant； cheating presence from her life entirely； but Nate sounded like he
was turning over a new leaf； which was exactly what she was trying to do！
？So how do you get into rehab anyway？ Can you just sign up； or do you have to be sent there by
somebody？？ Blair asked。 She glanced at herself in the mirror on the back of her closet door。 With
her hacked…off hair and pasty face； she looked enough like a heroin addict that they were sure to
admit her。
？I think you can sign yourself in； but who？d be crazy enough to do that？？ Nate asked。
Blair smiled。She would。 ？So do you want to get together tomorrow night or something？？ she
asked。 ？I know I act like a bitch sometimes； Nate； but I always wind up missing you。？
？Sorry。 I have to be at Breakaway for group；？ Nate responded。 He hadn？t seen Georgie since the
night of the snowstorm and Jackie had promised Georgie would be returnin