Sex and the city

Chapter 32 Bonn and Ermine Fur Coats (1)
Kelly's Christmas Carol

It's the Christmas holidays, and New York City is full of festive scenes.The parties, the cypress trees, the blinding lights on 57th Street.Most of the time, the pace of the world will not change a little for you; but sometimes, it will go according to your wishes.

Kelly is at Rockefeller Center, thinking about Christmas scenes from yesteryear.As she put on her skates, she wondered, "When was the last time I was here?" Her fingertips trembled slightly as she tied the laces.Strange premonition.Hope this ice rink is strong enough.

And Samantha Jones reminded her.Recently she has been complaining about not having a boyfriend.Year after year, there is no one to accompany each festival. "You're so happy right now!" she told Kelly, and they both knew it was true. "I doubt if such a good thing can fall on my head." Samantha said.They also know in their hearts what "this kind of good thing" refers to. "I feel sad every time I walk past a Christmas tree alone," Samantha said.

Samantha went for a walk and Kelly skated.As she slid under the Christmas tree, she suddenly remembered.

It's Skip Johnson's second Christmas in New York, and he's driving everyone crazy.One night, he went to three cocktail parties in a row.

At the first party, he bumps into James, a makeup artist.He then saw him again at the next two parties.So Skip chatted with him for a while—he was so hyper, he talked to whoever he caught.After a while, Raimi, the hairstylist, came over and asked Skip: "Why are you with him? It's that James. You can definitely find better company."

"What do you mean?" Skip asked.

"You are inseparable. I can see you everywhere. But to tell you the truth, that person is a scum and only uses others. Find a better companion."

"I'm not gay!" Skip quickly defended.

"Oh, of course you're not, honey." Remy smiled, looking understanding.

Early the next morning, Stanford Bratch got a call from Skip. "People think I'm gay! Isn't that ruining my reputation?" Skip complained.

"Come on, leave them alone!" Stanford said. "Fame is like cat litter. It changes every day. You don't have to worry about it if it stays the same! Besides, I've had enough of my own troubles lately."

Skip called Liva Wilder again, a fiction writer.

"no!"

"why?"

"Because I'm busy."

"what are you busy with?"

"Mike thing, my new boyfriend."

"I don't understand," said Skip, "I thought I was your friend."

"You can't do what he did for me."

After a brief silence, Skip said, "But there are things I can do that he can't!"

"for example?"

Another moment of silence.

"That doesn't mean you have to be with him 24 hours a day?" Skip said.

"Don't you understand, Skip?" Liva said, "He's here with me, his underwear, his CDs, his furballs...everything is here."

"Little furball?"

"He has a cat."

"Oh..." Skip said.He asked persistently, "You let the cat into your house?"

Then Skip called Kelly again, complaining immediately: "I can't stand it! It's Christmas! Everyone has company, but I don't. What do you have planned for tonight?"

"Big and I want to stay home," Kelly said, "I cook."

"I want a home, too," Skip said. "I want a house in Connecticut. I need a nest."

"Skip," Kelly said, "you're only 25!"

"Why can't it be like last year? It was such a good time, everyone was single," Skip said sullenly. "I dreamed about Gaydon last night." The Ice Beauty of Lent. "She was so, so, so beautiful! I dreamed that we were holding hands and loving each other... I woke up and I was very depressed. The feeling in the dream was too good to be true. You think it is possible in real life. Will it feel like this?"

A year ago for Christmas, Skip, Kelly and Liva Weld went to Bella's mansion in the suburbs.Skip drives his Mercedes, and Liva sits in the backseat like an emperor calling the shots, telling Skip to change the channel, complaining that the music on the radio is too bad.After the party, they returned to Liwa's apartment.Skip kept complaining that his car was illegally parked downstairs, while Kelly and Liva just talked.He walked to the window while muttering, and sure enough, he saw his car being towed away.Skip immediately yelled.Kelly and Liwa felt that he was hysterical, and yelled at him to shut up, suggesting that he have a drink together or smoke marijuana.

The next day, Stanford Bratch accompanied Skip to retrieve the car.The car had a flat tire, and while Skip squatted outside sweating to change the tire, Stanford sat in the car and read the newspaper leisurely.

Bonn
"Do me a favor!" said Stanford Bratch.

Kelly was having Christmas lunch with him at Harry's Prairie, their old routine. "I'm selling some paintings at Sotheby's, and I want you to sit in the audience and take pictures of them," Stanford said.

"No problem," Kelly said.

"Honestly, I'm broke," Stanford said.He invested all his money in a rock band, which turned out to be a waste, and his family cut off his living expenses for it.Now he has to rely on the script income to barely maintain his daily life. "I'm so stupid," he said.

Adding insult to injury was Bonn.Stanford was writing his scripts and paying for his acting lessons. "Of course he says he's not gay," Stanford said, "I don't believe it. But no one understands why I'm covering the kid like that. You know, when we talk on the phone at night, he often falls asleep talking And the phone fell and dangled from his arm. I've never seen such a lovely boy, and he's so overwhelmed."

A week earlier, Stanford had asked Bonn if he wanted to go to the Met for the Costume Institute gala, and Bonn had broken down. "I told him it would be good for his career, and he yelled at me," Stanford said, "insisting that he wasn't gay, and telling me to stay away from him, and he wouldn't do it again." Don't want to talk to me anymore."

Stanford took a sip of his Bellini. "Others think I'm in love with him, but I don't think I'm in love."

"He beat me up one day! I went to his apartment the other day and I told him I had arranged an audition for him. He said he was too tired and let me go. I said, 'Let's talk. talk.' As a result, he pressed me against the wall, picked me up, and threw me down the stairs. He lives in a cheap shabby building. Such a beautiful boy lives in such a shabby building .And then again, my shoulders haven't been quite right since then."

white mink coat
Numerous women have complained to Kylie recently about Skip's stalking them, from his agent to the magazine's editors.Skip would secretly put his hand on their laps during meals—and the women were much older than Skip.

The night of the Fashion Institute gala, Kelly was home, berating Skip on the phone while she got her hair done.Mr. Big came back with a large package under his arm. "What's that?" Kelly asked.

"A present for you," said Mr. Bigger.

He entered the bedroom, and after a while, came out holding a white mink coat.He smiled and said, "Merry Christmas."

Kelly murmured into the phone, "Skipper, I have to hang up."

On that Christmas day three years ago, Kelly was still alone in a small run-down apartment--an old woman had just died in that apartment two months ago.At that time, Kelly was very poor, and even the mattress was a foam mattress lent to her by a friend.All her assets are a mink coat and a LV suitcase.Before the apartment was stolen, she slept on that foam mattress every night, covered in mink.But even if she had no money, she would hang out.Everyone liked her, and no one asked her embarrassing questions.One night, she was invited to a party at a high-end apartment on Park Avenue.She knows she doesn't belong there, and that it's painful to resist the temptation—to watch all kinds of free food put in front of you, but you just can't let go of it.At that party, she met a handsome man.He invited her to dinner and she said yes, but thought, "Fuck you, you're not a good thing!"

The man invited her to Elio's for dinner, chatted with Kelly while eating, and smiled brightly.As he buttered the bread with a knife, he asked Kelly, "How are you doing as a writer? Are you successful?"

"Oh, I'm doing a story in Girlfriend next month," Kelly said.

"Female Best Friend? Who still watches "Female Best Friend" now?"

Then he said, "I'm going to St. Barts for Christmas. Have you ever been to St. Barts?"

"No."

"You should check it out, really. I rent a cottage every time I go. Everyone goes there."

"Well, of course," Kelly said.

The second time they had dinner together, he changed his mind again, wondering whether to go skiing in Gstaad or St. Barts, or Aspen.He asked where Kelly went to high school.

"Nayanger High," Kelly said, "is in Connecticut."

"Nayanger?" he asked. "Never heard of it. Well, you said I should give my ex-girlfriend a Christmas present? She said she would give it to me. Never mind her."

Kelly didn't say anything, just looked at him as she ate.

In this way, Kelly's poor life greatly improved for several days, until one day, she realized that the man would not call her again.

Two days before Christmas, Kelly called him unsolicited. "Oh, I'm about to board the plane!" he said.

"Where did you finally decide to go?"

"St. Barts. It's finally settled. We're going to have a great party at the villa. That movie director, Jason Maud, and his girlfriend, Sterry Stern, are coming from LA. Your Christmas Have fun too, okay? I wish Santa Claus the best of luck."

"Merry Christmas to you too," Kelly said.

hi mom
Kelly went skating alone that afternoon, spinning round and round in the middle of the rink.She didn't leave silently until the ice rink closed and started to slam people.Kelly pulled out her phone and called her mother. "I'm going home," she said.It started snowing outside.She boarded a train at Penn Station downtown.The car was bustling with people, and there was no empty seat, so Kelly had to stand in the aisle in the middle of the car.

(End of this chapter)