But Blair didn’t stop she headed straight for the door. “Where are you going?” Kati called after her. She was going to put on her coat, go outside, get a hot dog from the vendor, eat it in three bites, come back, burp in her mother’s face, have another drink, and then have sex with Nate. She whirled around and began to walk across the room to the front hall. “I’ll be right back,” Blair told Kati and Isabel. If Cyrus could stick his tongue down her mother’s throat in front of all of her friends, then she could eat a stupid hot dog. She wanted one right now-a steaming hot Sabrette hot dog with mustard and ketchup and onions and sauerkraut-and she was going to eat it in three bites and then burp in her mother’s face. Suddenly Blair was starving, and she knew just what she wanted: A hot dog.
