I don't own. Before you jump down my throat or anything about anything in the story this is like twenty years (a little less) after Partings. You should understand soon.
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"Hey Luce. Have you started your pro/con list yet?" Lorelai Gilmore snickered at her daughter who looked up, annoyed at being mocked.
"Yes Mom, I have. I think we've almost got a winner." She waved a paper up in the air, which her mother promptly grabbed.
"Let's see… are you sure? This is where you want to go? Hon, this isn't even in Europe."
"No, really Mom." Luce said dryly, snatching back her list. "I know. It's in this foreign place called… wait for it… wait for it… America! I hope I don't run into any Indians." Lorelai gave her a stern look.
"Listen to me Lucy. This is a big decision. Why would you want to go there?" Lucy sighed.
"Mom, you grew up in America. You lived in America for the first almost forty years of your life. For you, going to one of these is no big deal. All are a day or less's drive from where you lived. For me, it's different. I grew up here in Paris, a stone's throw away from the Sorbonne. On school day trips I passed by Cambridge or Oxford. They're no big deal. To me, America is this big foreign place that I haven't explored yet. Okay?"
Lorelai smiled at her daughter's logic, which was so like her father's.
"Okay." Throwing an arm around her "only" daughter, she told Lucy, "Okay. You go and amaze them with your beauty and brains. Got it?" Her daughter had to laugh at the serious expression not usually found on her mother's face.
"Okay. Now how about dinner?"
"That's my girl." Lorelai grinned and mother and daughter walked out of the younger's room, laughing and discussing dinner.
Thanks to a breeze coming through the open window, the list for the winning school was blown onto the floor.
On the top of the paper was the school's name.
Yale University.
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So what do you think? Yay or nay? Next up Rory.