第13部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

cene？？

Rehearsinga　love　scene　might　be　as　close　as　she？s　going　to　get。

tea　for　two

？You　okay？？　Vanessa　asked　Dan。　He　was　sprawled　across　his　bed；　wincing　in　pain。　There　were

Camel　butts　all　over　the　worn　brown　carpet；　as　if　he　couldn？t　be　bothered　to　get　up　and　get　one　of

the　half…empty　coffee　mugs　he　usually　used　as　an　ashtray。

？Fuuuuu…uuuck；？　he　muttered。　？I　think　I　pulled　something。？

Vanessa　picked　up　the　dog…eared　beige　copy　of　the　Bhagavad　Gita　from　his　unmade　bed。　She

knew　it　was　some　sacred　Indian　text；　but　she？d　never　had　any　interest　in　finding　out　any　more

about　it。　Then　she　noticed　Dan　was　working　on　a　poem　in　his　big　black　notebook。　He　rolled　over

onto　his　back。

？Whatcha　writing？？　she　asked；　reaching　for　the　notebook。　She　read　the　first　couple　of　lines：

Pure　love。　Pure　lust。　Trust　trust。

Buddha　was　no　Jesus。　Neither　am　I。

I？m　just　a　guy。

News　flash：　Bikram　yoga　kills　creative　brain　cells；　causing　poets　who　already　write　bad　poetry　to

writereally　bad　poetry。

？You　can？t　read　that！？　Dan　snatched　the　notebook　out　of　her　hands。　？It？s；　um；　private。？

？Do　you　want　some　tea？？　he　asked；　sitting　up。　？I　just　bought　some　Mint　Meltdown。　It？s

supposed　to　empty　the　body　of　toxins　and　help　your　body　reallybreathe　。？

Vanessa　snorted。　？You？re　joking；　right？？

？e　on。？　Dan　yawned。　He　rose　to　his　feet　unsteadily；　and　Vanessa　followed　him　out　of　the

bedroom　and　down　the　dark　hall；　moving　at　a　grandfather？s　pace　through　the　swinging　door　into

the　kitchen；　which　was　filled　with　stacks　of　dirty　dishes。　There　were　breadcrumbs　all　over　the

counter　and　the　toaster　was　lying　on　its　side。　Rufus　had　left　a　fondue　pot　filled　w