Cordially
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Wednesday; February 9, 2005.
3:30-5:30 A.M.
-8-
Lorelai finished filling out the invitations, realizing just how far both her and Luke had drifted away from people in their lives. Sookie and Jackson were the only people who hadn't drifted away from them. Nevertheless, she had twenty six invitations for her wedding, and she used them all.
Luke walked in, "Do you have postage?"
She smiled, looking up at him, "Yeah, plenty."
"When's the last time our gutters were cleaned?" he asked, simply; peeling off the rubber gloves.
"Uhm," She smiled and twirled a lock of hair in her fingers, "Remember when Jess did 'em?"
He rolled his eyes, "How many people are we inviting, because I'm not getting married in front of every lunatic we know."
"Lucas! I'm surprised in you!" She sipped her coffee, "There are only twenty-seven invitations."
"Don't call me Lucas." He pulled out a chair and sat across from her, "You promise? Only twenty-seven?"
She held up the stack triumphantly, "I promise, twenty-seven invitations. No more."
"Who are you inviting for me? And, shouldn't we do this together."
She shook her head, "You were cleaning the gutters." She filed through the pile, handing him the invitations for his side.
"TJ is not coming," he replied, "He's still trying to get me in tights."
She smiled, "He's your brother-in-law, and I fully concur with that idea."
He stood up, grabbing the gloves and heading for the door, "Just, send the damn invitations.
-8-
Luke stopped abruptly, the truck skidding. A giant banner hung in the town square.
You Are Cordially Invited To The Nuptials Of
The Flannel Man And The Coffee Queen
To Be Held On
August Seventh In The Year Two-Thousand Six
In The Town Square
At Five O'Clock In The Evening
Only Those Appropriately Attired In
Plaid Flannel Will Be Admitted
He pulled out his cellphone and dialed the house, a tired Lorelai answering on the fourth ring. "Why did I not catch that the invitations you bought only had twenty-six cards and envelopes?"
"You saw?"
"I saw. So, appropriately attired in plaid flannel?"
She giggled, "Yup."
He frowned, "Please tell me that's a joke."
"Tsk, tsk. Read the disclaimer." She drummed her fingers on the mattress, waiting.
Luke squinted at the small letters on the bottom, "Formal attire… is appropriate for… those who bring gifts." He sighed, "Your ploy for presents?"
"If I get a toaster…" she trailed off, implying.
He sighed, "You'll jump for joy because that ability eludes me?"
She nodded, answering cheekily, "Damn straight, I want Pop-Tarts." He voice turned serious, "Who's gonna be your best man? If you don't pick, I will."
"I don't know. Jackson, I guess."
She smiled lightly, "If you could have any living person as your best man, who?"
Luke shrugged, waving the guy behind him around, "I dunno, probably Jess."
Lorelai bit her lip, "And we have no idea where he is."
"It's fine. Jackson's fine, a bit overzealous, but…"
"Okay, well, I'm betting your trying to wave some pretentious jerk around you and it isn't working out, so, Love you, bye, I'll see you at breakfast."
And she hung up.
-8-
Lorelai knocked again, Liz opening the door quickly. "Oh! Lorelai! Hey, how're you?"
"Hi, I'm good. Can I come in?"
"Sure, sure! What's this visit about!" She ushered Lorelai into the living room of the Stars Hollow home.
Lorelai wretched her hands, "Actually, it's about Jess…"
