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Chapter Three – Tattletales and Expectant Mothers
"Luke!" Lorelai shouted as she ran down the stairs, half dressed.
"What?" he shouted back from Fred's room.
"Have you seen my green blouse?" She began rummaging trough piles of laundry in the living room.
"Nope, sorry," he said, exiting Fred's room having picked out her clothes for the day.
When he entered the kitchen, the sight he saw worried him.
Fred was sitting on the counter, pouring coffee into a mug.
"What are you doing Freddie?" he asked, putting the pot back and picking her up off the counter.
"ARGH!!" she shouted, struggling against his grip.
"Okay, fine," he said, setting her back down rather than let her break any appliances. As she had several times in the passed.
"What's going on in here?" Lorelai asked, sticking earrings through her ears and trying to pull on shoes at the same time.
Luke rolled his eyes as the child handed her mother the mug of coffee, then pulled another from the cupboard and began to pour another cup.
"Thanks sweetie," she said, drinking about half the cup in under five seconds. "Okay I gotta go-" she began as the phone started the ring. "Jeez," she said, running towards it, almost falling.
But the answering machine got it first.
"Hello, you've reached Lorelai and Luke Danes. Please- No Fred, don't eat that! Leave a message. Beeeeep. Hehe just kidding." The actual beep sounded and the machine began recording, just as she reached to pick up the phone.
"Why aren't you home? Were could you possibly be…" She didn't bother listen to the message.
"Luke, do not answer that."
"Why would I answer it? I don't wanna deal with her."
"Exactly," she said, running out the door.
-
"Hey Rory," Lorelai said when her oldest daughter answered the phone.
"What's up?"
"I just… Are you typing?"
"No," she replied innocently, though Lorelai could still hear her tapping on the keys.
"I hate it when you do that. You can't concentrate on what I'm saying and what you're writing."
"Sorry, say that again?"
"No. Close the laptop."
"Fine. What did you call for?"
"What? A mother can't just call to check in?"
"When have you ever called just to check in? We live five minutes from each other. If your big news is that Kirk got another vicious cat and named it Kirk Again, I already know."
"He got another cat? He named it Kirk?"
"No, he named it Kirk Again. Because there was already a cat… what did you call for?"
"I just wanted to warn you that Dad and Gigi might be stopping by today or tomorrow. He called last night."
"Special occasion?" she asked.
"Every days a special day when your names Lorelai Gilmore. Oh, someone's calling me. I'll talk to you later," she said before clicking over to the other line.
"Lorelai Gilmore, why do you never answer your phone?"
"Danes!" Lorelai shouted.
"Excuse me?"
"My name is Lorelai Danes mother. It has been for five years."
"That is no way to speak to your mother young lady."
Lorelai had about a dozen perfect retorts prepared, but knew it would only end in pain, so settled for what was safe.
"Good morning mother, how are you today?" she asked, feigning sweetness.
"I'm wonderful," she said, semi-sarcastic. "I'm just confused as to why I was not informed that my granddaughter is pregnant."
It took Lorelai a moment to recover from the question.
"What?"
"How come you didn't tell me Rory was pregnant?"
"How did you even find out?"
"I ran into Paris at the mall yesterday. Why wasn't I informed?"
"Mom, what do you care? You practically disowned her when you found out about Lori. Why would we tell you now?"
"I deserved to know!"
"Since when mother. You haven't spoken to us since you found out she and Jess were together and they were having a child. Four years ago!"
"That boy was no good for her-" Emily began.
"No mom. He is perfect for her. He loves his daughter and Rory."
"Then he should have married her"
"They don't have the time for that mom. They are busy people and they have a daughter to raise!"
"That's no excuse!"
"Fine, have it your way. They didn't get married because they knew it would piss you off and they wanted nothing more than to do just that."
"Lorelai-"
"No mom. You're being stupid. There, I said it. This whole feud is stupid. God, dad even got over it. After about a week. He came to visit almost every week while Rory was pregnant. And he's come at least twice a month ever since."
"What-"
"I have to go mom." And she hung up.
"Richard!?" Emily called when her daughter hung up.
"What?" he asked from the kitchen, reading his newspaper.
"Why didn't you tell me you've been visiting the girls?"
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"What the matter Lorelai?" Sookie asked when her friend entered the Dragonfly kitchen.
"I need something deep friend and covered in hot sauce," she said, pouring a mug of coffee.
"I see what I can do," Sookie laughed slightly. "What happened?"
"Emily Gilmore happened."
-
It was noon, the beginning of a dull period.
"Luke's Diner," Jess answered, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder so he could start another pot of coffee.
"Where's Rory?"
"Upstairs. Why didn't you call her phone?"
"The home line is busy and she still hasn't gotten her cell replaced. Can you get her?"
"Yeah, sure." He stuck his hand over the mouthpiece and shouted "RORY!"
A moment later, she came tumbling down the stairs, her hair flying in a dozen direction. He couldn't help but laugh.
"What happened to you?"
"Children," she said, wide-eyed. "Too many children. Can't deal with it." Then she shook it off. "What'd you need?"
He offered the phone to her. "Your mom."
"Hey, what's up?" she asked, holding the phone to hear ear.
"You haven't gotten a call yet?"
"Call from who?"
"No one. I just wanted to warn you… Emily Gilmore might be calling you. She's not too happy."
"What does… oh no. Got to go." She happened to glance out the window to see her grandmother approaching the Diner.
"Oh no," Jess echoed.
"I think I'll go deal with the kids," Rory said, trying to get back to the stairs.
"No way. You are not leaving me alone down here to deal with this." He grabbed her sleeve to stop her.
"Uh. Fine."
There was a chime as the door opened. The very poised and determined Emily Gilmore entered the diner. She looked around, clearly disgusted.
"Hi Grandma," Rory said, trying to smile.
"Hello Rory," she replied coolly.
"'Afternoon Mrs. Gilmore," Jess greeted.
She nodded in his general direction.
"What bring you here?" Rory asked, trying to remain polite.
"I just wanted to stop by and see what it was that was keeping you from having any communications with me."
Rory was silent for a moment, debating whether or not it was best to list all the reasons. She figured her mother had gone through most of them this morning, but found it hard to control her anger.
"You're the one that stopped talking to us!"
Emily's eyes grew wide. Outbursts like this were uncommon for her timid granddaughter.
"This boy is completely wrong for you!"
"Just feelin' the love," he said sarcastically as he cleaned the counters. Emily ignored him.
"Why do you suddenly care?" Rory asked. "The last four years you never gave a shit. Grandpa visits all the time. But you wouldn't even talk to us. Now suddenly you're here."
"I just wanted to-"
"Let me guess. You wanted to make sure Jess wasn't going to run off. Or better yet, pay him to."
"No! I-"
"Oh, how about this one? You came by to give me a bunch of money so I can care for my kids?"
Rory took her lack of response as an answer.
"Listen grandma, I appreciate it. Really, I do. But we don't need your help. We are fine."
"I don't see how. The money he makes here can't be much."
Rory just stared at her, flabbergasted. Then finally she said "Get out. Just get out."
"Excuse me?"
"I said: get out. You can't just come in here and insult my family after four years and expect me to let you get away with it. Now get out."
Well wasn't that a fun chapter? Just so you all know, I really have no idea where this is going. I don't know what I'm going to do with the next chapter... to be honest, I shouldn't really focus on this because I have a 20 page analysis to finish typing and a book to finish (though I still need to start it) and a ton of vocabulary to memorize.
But alas, I have three weeks and all that craps boring...
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