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时尚女魔头 穿普拉达的恶魔 英文原版-第73部分

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  world。 I’ve been waiting two years—over two years—for this 
  trip; and now I can’t go。 The irony of this is painful—you 
  realize that; don’t you?”

  “Of course I do! It’s one giant cliché: this trip is your sole 
  reason for living and it’s the bane of my existence; yet I’m 
  going and you’re not。 life is funny; huh? I’m laughing so hard 
  I can barely stop;” I deadpanned; sounding not the least bit 
  amused。

  “Yeah; well; I think it sucks; too; but what can you do? I 
  already called Jeffy to tell him to start calling in clothes 
  for you。 You’ll have to bring a ton since you’ll need 
  different outfits for each of the shows you attend; any 
  dinners; and; of course; for Miranda’s party at the Hotel 
  Costes。 Allison will help you out with makeup。 Talk to Stef in 
  accessories for bags and shoes and jewelry。 You only have a 
  week; so get on it first thing tomorrow; OK?”

  “I still don’t really believe she expects me to do this。”

  “Well; believe it; because she sure wasn’t kidding。 Since I’m 
  not going to be able to e to the office at all this week; 
  you’re also going to—”

  “What? You’re not even going to e into theoffice ?” I might 
  not have taken a sick day or spent a single hour outside the 
  office while Miranda was there; but Emily hadn’t; either。 The 
  one time it had been close—when her great…grandfather had 
  died—she’d managed to get Home to Philadelphia; attend the 
  funeral; and be back at her desk without missing a minute of 
  work。 This was how things worked。 Period。 Short of death 
  (immediate family only); dismemberment (your own); or nuclear 
  war (only if confirmed by the U。S。 government to be directly 
  affecting Manhattan); one was to be present。 This would be a 
  watershed moment in the Priestly regime。

  “Andrea; I have mononucleosis。 I’m highly infectious。 It’s 
  really serious。 I’m not supposed to leave my apartment for a 
  cup of Coffee; never mind go to work for the day。 Miranda 
  understands that; and so you’ll need to pick up the slack。 
  There will be a lot to do to get both of you ready for Paris。 
  Miranda leaves on Wednesday for Milan; and then you’ll be 
  leaving to meet her in Paris the following Tuesday。”

  “She understands that? C’mon! Tell me what she really said。” I 
  refused to believe that she’d accepted something as mundane as 
  mono for an excuse to not be available。 “Just give me that 
  small pleasure。 After all; my life will be hell for the next 
  few weeks。”

  Emily sighed; and I could feel her eyes roll over the phone。 
  “Well; she wasn’t thrilled。 I didn’t actually talk to her; you 
  see; but my doctor said she kept asking if mono is a ‘real’ 
  disease。 But when he assured her that it was; she was very 
  understanding。”

  I laughed out loud。 “I’m sure she was; Em; I’m sure she was。 
  Don’t worry about a thing; OK? You just concentrate on feeling 
  better; and I’ll take care of everything else。”

  “I’ll e…mail you a checklist; just so you don’t forget 
  anything。”

  “I won’t forget anything。 She’s been to Europe four times in 
  the past year。 I’ve got it down。 I’ll get the cash from the 
  basement bank; change a few grand into euros; buy a few more 
  grand’s worth of traveler’s checks; and triple confirm all of 
  her hair and makeup appointments while she’s there。 What else? 
  Oh; I’ll make sure the Ritz gives her the right Cell Phone 
  this time; and I’ll speak to the drivers ahead of time to make 
  sure they know they can’t ever leave her waiting。 I’m already 
  thinking of all the people who’ll need copies of her 
  itinerary—which I’ll type up; no problem—and I’ll see to it 
  that it gets passed around。 And of course she’ll have a 
  detailed itinerary as to the twins’ classes; lessons; 
  practices; and play dates; and full listings of the entire 
  household staff’s work schedules。 See! You don’t have to 
  worry—I’ve got it all under control。”

  “Don’t forget about the velvet;” she chided; singing the last 
  couple words as if on autopilot。 “Or the scarves!”

  “Of course not! They’re already on my list。” Before Miranda 
  packed for anything—or rather; had her housekeeper pack 
  her—either Emily or I would purchase massive rolls of velvet 
  at a fabric store and bring them to Miranda’s apartment。 
  There; we’d work with the housekeeper to cut them in the exact 
  shape and size of every article of clothing she was planning 
  to bring; and individually wrap each item in the plush 
  material。 The velvet packages were then neatly stacked in 
  dozens of Louis Vuitton suitcases; with plenty of extra pieces 
  included for when she inevitably threw the first batch out 
  upon unpacking in Paris。 In addition; usually one half of a 
  suitcase was occupied by a couple dozen orange Hermès boxes; 
  each containing a single white scarf just waiting to be lost; 
  forgotten; misplaced; or simply discarded。

  I hung up with Emily after making a good effort to sound 
  sincerely sympathetic and found Lily stretched out on the 
  couch; smoking a cigarette and sipping a clear liquid that was 
  definitely not water from a cocktail glass。

  “I thought we weren’t allowed to smoke in here;” I said; 
  flopping down next to her and immediately putting my feet on 
  the scuffed wooden Coffee table my parents had handed down to 
  us。 “Not that I care; but that wasyour rule。” Lily wasn’t a 
  full…time; mitted smoker like yours truly; she usually 
  smoked only when she drank and wasn’t one to even buy packs。 A 
  brand…new box of Camel Special Lights peeked out of the chest 
  pocket of her oversize button…down。 I nudged her thigh with my 
  slippered foot and nodded toward the cigarettes。 She handed 
  them over with a lighter。

  “I knew you wouldn’t care;” she said; taking a leisurely drag 
  off her cigarette。 “I’m procrastinating and it helps me 
  concentrate。”

  “What do you have due?” I asked; lighting my own cigarette and 
  tossing back the lighter。 She was taking seventeen credits 
  this semester in an effort to pull up her GPA after last 
  spring’s mediocre showing。 I watched as she took another drag 
  and washed it down with a healthy gulp of her nonwater 
  beverage。 It didn’t appear that she was on the right track。

  She sighed heavily; meaningfully; and let the cigarette hang 
  suspended from the corner of her mouth as she spoke。 It 
  flapped up and down; threatening to fall at any moment and; 
  bined with her wild; unwashed hair and smeared eye makeup; 
  made her look—just for a moment—like a defendant onJudge Judy 
  (or maybe a plaintiff; since they always looked the same—lack 
  of teeth; greasy hair; dull eyes; and propensity for using the 
  double negative)。 “An article for some totally random; 
  esoteric academic journal that no one will ever read but I 
  still have to write; just so I can say I’m published。”

  “That’s annoying。 When’s it due?”

  “Tomorrow。” Total nonchalance。 She looked pletely unfazed。

  “Tomorrow? For real?”

  She shot me a warning look; a quick reminder that I was 
  supposed to be on her team。 “Yes。 Tomorrow。 It really blows; 
  considering that Freudian Boy is the one who’s assigned to 
  edit it。 No one seems to care that he’s a candidate in psych; 
  not Russian lit—they’re just short copy editors; so he’s mine。 
  There’s noway I’m getting that to him on time。 Screw him。” 
  Once again; she poured some of the liquid down her throat; 
  making an obvious effort not to taste it; and grimaced。

  “Lil; what happened? Granted; it’s been a few months; but last 
  I heard; you were taking things slow and he was perfect。 Of 
  course; that was before that; thatthing you dragged Home; but 
  。 。 。”

  Another warning look; this time followed by a glare。 I’d tried 
  to talk to her about the whole Freak Boy incident a few dozen 
  times; but it seemed like we were never really alone and 
  neither of us had much time lately for heart…to…hearts。 She 
  immediately changed the subject whenever I brought it up。 I 
  could tell that more than anything she was embarrassed; she 
  had acknowledged that he was vile; but she wouldn’t 
  participate in any discussion whatsoever about the excessive 
  drinking that was responsible for the whole episode。

  “Yes; well; apparently at some point that night I called him 
  from Au Bar and begged him to e meet me;” she said; 
  avoiding eye contact; instead concentrating intently on using 
  the remote control to switch tracks on the mournful Jeff 
  Buckley CD that seemed to be on permanent replay in the 
  apartment。

  “So? Did he e and see you talking to; uh; to someone else?” 
  I was trying not to push her away even mo
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