669小说网

第24部分（第4页）

…　I　depilando　…　she　said；　turning　up　and　following　the　corridor　to　the　bathroom。

Do　not　know　what　that　means；　Dan　thought；　closing　the　door。　Jenny　was　spending　too　much　time

stuck　at　home　reading　of　fashion　magazines；　but　bined　well　with　her　for　being　a　bitch。

Dan　turned　the　thin　white　envelope　and　examined　the　address　of　the　sender。　It　was　the　New

Yorker；　probably　offering　a　signature；　when　his　father　was　a　lifetime　subscriber。　He　opened

and　deployed　a　sheet　of　paper　that　was　inside。

Dear　Mr。　Humphrey；

Thank　you　for　sending　your　poem；　〃Whores〃；　to　The　New　Yorker。　Our　congratulations！　I　am

happy　to　inform　you　that　post　your　poem　in　our　edition　of　the　Valentines　Day。　Fill；　if　your

interest；　the　Authors　information　sheet　attached　to　this　so　we　can　include　aglumas

information　about　you　on　our　colleagues。　A　check　for　　800　will　be　sent。

Happy　New…Year！

Jani　Price

Publisher

That　was　a　joke；　〃said　Dan　He　releu　up　the　letter　twice　before　letting　it　fall　into　the　bed；

the　whole　body　trembling　with　fear。　The　New　Yorker　rarely　published　poems　by　unknown

authors；　and　Jani　Price　was　famous　for　sending　letters　of　rejection　unpleasant；　such　as。

〃Good　try！〃　Or　〃Sorry；　Charlie。〃　Dan　reviewed　the　letter。　It　looked　authentic。　Then　read　the

letter　again；　his　hands　still　shaking　madly　with　the　idea　that　a　stranger　…　and　even　more　so

famous　in　the　literary　world　as　Jani　Price　…　had　read　his　poem。

The　more　I　thought　about　it；　became　more　evident　that　the　only　person　who　could　have　sent

the　poem　to　the　magazine　was　Vanessa。　As　if　it　had　not　already　caused　enough　damage。　What

the　hell　…　not；　what　the　fuck　she　was　thinking？

Dan　threw　the　letter　on　the　bed　and　took　a　dirty　shirt。　First　would　take　a　hot　bath　and　wear

clothes　files。

At　last！

Then　went　straight　to　Brooklyn　to　make　a　hole　in　Vanessa。　As　she　dared　violate　his　work

sending　it　to　someone　without　having　to　work　to　ask　him　first？　Who　thought　that　was　it；

anyway？　Her　fairy　godmother　croppy　and　boots　to　fight？

How　about　the　Bad　Good　Witch　of　the　East？

Ruby　finally　had　recovered　a　Sony　digital　camera　and　Vanessa　was　sitting　on　the　puter；

downloading　images　of　pendants　of　ice　and　placing　them　in　his　new　movie；　shortly　before　the

passage　of　pigeons　empoleirados　on　a　garbage　truck。　She　had　already　deleted　from　the　film

Nate　and　Jenny　in　the　snow　and　decided　to　leave　everything　behind　and　focus　on　new　movie。

Besides　the　pigeons　empoleirados　in　the　trash；　a　bald…head　doll　and　went　caolha　a　torn　bag

of　garbage。　It　was　sensational。

A　box　of　instant　message　appeared　on　the　upper　right　corner　of　the　monitor　and　Vanessa

clicked　it；　hoping　it　was　Dan　By　then　he　should　already　know　the　New　Yorker　and　maybe　I　was

sending　a　message　to