muters for Nate？s face； or checking the time on the giant clock directly above them。 She was
starting to get insanely nervous。 Not to mention pissed off。 If Nate didn？t get there soon； he？d
miss the train。 Not that that would be the end of the world？he could always catch the next one。 But
she really wanted them to have the experience of starting their new lifetogether 。 And if he didn？t
get therenow ； it wasn？t going to happen。
？What？ No。 When did this all happen？？ Serena？s normally smooth brow wrinkled in
confusion。 ？He didn？t say anything？？ ？Last night。 He must not have had the chance to tell you
either。？ Blair pulled her cell from her bag with an exasperated sigh and dialed Nate？s number
again。 It rang and rang and then went to voice mail。
Again。
hello； goodbye
？God； Dan。？ Jenny？s voice rang out in the early…morning sunlight as she dumped a big box into
the trunk of Dan？s robin？s egg blue 1977 Buick Skylark。 Even though it was only 10 a。m。； the
pavement on Ninety…ninth Street and West End Avenue was already blazing hot； and the garbage
bins were starting to smell like rotting dog poo。 Jenny straightened up； wiping her hands off on her
jeans。 ？Do you think you packed enough crap？？
Dan scowled； taking a scuffed…up Samsonite suitcase from his sister？s tiny
hands。 ？They？rebooks ；？ he muttered； gently placing the luggage in the trunk； ？not crap。？
？We