小说园

第4部分（第4页）

Dear　Daniel　Humphrey；

I　was　so　excited　with　hiring　you　for　my　summer　assistant；　I　forgot　to　tell　you　the　subject　of　my

book：　sex　poems。　I　mean；　poems　that　are　about　making　sex　through　the　ages；　which　is　interesting

to　me　because　I　teach　poetry　and　biology；　and　I　am　Greek！　The　book　has　no　title　yet　but　maybe

you　will　help　me　think　of　a　good　one！　I　also　did　not　explain　that　you　will　live　in　my　small　home

with　my　two　dogs；　Plato　and　Plato　Jr。；　and　my　son；　Mick；　because　Evergreen　does　not　allow

students　to　move　in　until　orientation　in　end　of　August。　Hammock　in　attic　is　fixed；　so　e！　We

will　make　a　good　time　with　Micky？s　homemade　ouzo！

Sincerely；

Pierre

D　chooses　real　sex　over　sex　poems

Dan　sat　in　the　back　of　AP　English　class；　his　hands　trembling　as　he　reread　the　letter。　Professor

Papadametriou　sounded　like　a　nice　man；　and　he？d　probably　make　a　good　advisor。　Dan　could

totally　picture　enjoying　a　few　glasses　of　wine　in　the　professor？s　home　while　he　talked　about　the

fall　of　Troy　and　his　son　stuffed　grape　leaves　or　whatever。　The　thing　was；　Dan　didn？t　want　to　go　to

Evergreen　at　all　anymore。

？Dan；　could　you　enlighten　us　as　to　who　the　narrator　is　in　this　poem？？　Ms。　Solomon　asked。　She

was　wearing　a　tight　black　lace　mini　tank　dress；　her　nearly　translucent；　thin；　spidery　arms　and　bony

legs　poking　out　of　it；　making　her　look　like　a　cartoon　witch　in　a　Halloween　TV　special。　She　wound

a　strand　of　mousy　dark　blond　hair　around　her　index　finger；　a　gesture　she　probably　thought　was

irresistible　to　Dan。　Ms。　Solomon　had　a　serious　crush　on　him；　and　whenever　she　suspected　he

wasn？t　paying　attention　in　class；　she　stomped　her　feet　like　a　petulant　child　and　asked　him　a

question；　demanding　his　attention。

He　wasn？t　even　sure　which　poem　she　was　talking　about；　although　he　knew　it　was　Robert　Frost；

and　he？d　memorized　most　of　Frost。

？It？s　either　the　guy　or　the　horse；？　Dan　answered　mechanically　without　even　looking　up。

？Thanks；　Stormfield；？　Ms。　Solomon　cracked　sarcastically。

？Even　I　could　do　better　than　that；？　Chuck　Bass　jeered　from　the　front　of　the　room；　where　he？d

decided　to　sit　every　day　up　until　the　final　exam；　in　his　last…ditch　effort　to　get　better　than　a　D　in

English。　Chuck　was　wearing　orange…and…white　plaid　Bermuda　shorts；　a　white　polo　shirt；　white

patent　leather　shoes；　and　a　matching　white　patent　leather　belt。　It　was　the　sort　of　outfit　a　Park

Avenue　mom　would　dress　her　three…year…old　son　in　for　church；　only　Chuck　had　chosen　the　outfit

himself。　Sweetie　sat　in　Chuck？s　lap；　wearing　a　tiny　rhinestone　tiara。

Dan　shrugged。　He　was　beyond　Chuck？s　nasty　wisecracks；　and　beyond　Ms。　Solomon？s　insolent

crush。　Way　beyon