Loralai gasped and could not believe her eyes; a blonde woman walked around a group of people, mostly guests (not to mention Kirk), giving yoga lessons. The furniture in the reception area had been moved to make room. Quickly, She walked to the reservation desk to talk to an Michele

"What's going on?" she whispered quietly, yet in an exasperated tone.

"Apparently, some of the guest asked about fitnee-azz classes at ze Inn" he replied, "and she volunteered to teach. She's a yoga instructor in San Francisco and a guest."

"I don't remember reservations for someone from San Francisco" Loralai remarked, confused. "I would have remembered. We never get Californians."

"They didn't" Michele told her, annoyed. "They showed up, according to the night manager last night. Mr. And Mrs. Mongomery."

"Well…..."

"OWWWWWWW!" a familiar scream interupted them. It was Kirk

"What happened?" the blonde woman asked.

"I believe that my arm is stuck" he replied, "and it hurts" Kirk's face looked stoic, in an ironic way, as his arm statued itself into a position looking like a left turn hand signal.

" Let's see….."the Blonde women looked at his arm "Aww Kirk…..this is terrible!Yoga isn't supposed to be painful."

"What happened?" Loralai asked as she quickly went to the scene of the scream.

"I twisted my arm"

"Eeee!" Loralai exclaimed as she looked at his arm.

"Don't worry, I'll just go to the doctor"

"Can I give you a ride?" the blonde woman asked.

"No its okay.. I'll be fine" With that he left.

Soon, a man with black hair and eyes, wearing a shirt and shorts, came into the reception area, with a look of chargrin.

"Hey honey" the blonde woman kissed him on the cheek.

"You're teaching Yoga lessons?"

"Yeah, some of the guests wanted to do some exercise, and I volunteered to teach, someone got hurt though" she pouted.

"How?"

"He twisted his arm somehow…." Loralai put in. "Hi, I'm the manager."

"Look, my wife meant no harm…" he started to say…

"Don't worry about it." While a bit annoyed, Loralai always found Kirk to be a walking Murphy's law anyway. "However," she turned to the blonde woman. "Since its warm, wouldn't it be nicer to have the lessons outside?"

"Sure!" the woman replied enthustiastically and extended her hand. "I'm Dharma, this is my husband, Greg."

"Hi" the man looked embarrased.

The next day, the couple got on the bus as Rory did. She recognized them from her mother's decription.

"Hi!" the blonde woman named Dharma said. "So, you're going to school?"

"Yeah."

"We're going to Hartford as well. We could have driven, but I wanted to get a feel of the local atmosphere."

"I see"

"By the way, do you know the manager of the Stars Hollow inn?"

"Yeah, she's my mom"

"Really? Neat!" Dharma "You look glum" the reason she sat next to Rory was that she did look a bit serious.

"Just stress from school"

"Really? Where do you go?"

"Chilton"

"I had a friend from Chilton back at Harvard." Greg chimed in.

"You went to Harvard?" Rory's interest peaked "I'm hoping to go there."

"Great! Good luck."

"Greg and I are going sight seeing and hanging out, want to join us?" Dharma asked out of impulse, as she wanted to help Rory.

"I'd like to, but I've got school"

"Please!"

TBC