One Night Changes Everything
By Gilmoregirl1979
Provider of Quality Fan Fiction
Special Thanks to GURO JENN and LIZ
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Chapter 10:
Reaching Out!
Luke was at the construction site of the house they were renovating, Tony gave him a message that the boss wanted to see him right away. So Luke headed to the trailer where Charlie, the foreman, the owner of the construction company and Luke's boss over saw the jobsite, or as Charlie liked to call it the "command post". Luke knocked on the door and Charlie hollered "Come in."
Luke was used to Charlie Chodakowski, Charlie was one of the Late William Danes' oldest and best friends. "Charlie? You wanted to see me?"
"Yeah, Luke, sit down."
Charlie was unreadable, as usual, so Luke asked his long time friend; "Is something wrong?"
"That's funny, I was going to ask you the same thing," Charlie countered in his thick Brooklyn accent.
"What?"
"Luke, I'm not blind. I know you got something on your mind and whatever it is, it's big and it's serious. Now, I know, I'm not your father, but I'm here if you need someone to listen. Jeez, for the last week you've look like you're going to explode or kill somebody; either way it would be very messy and I'm not helping you hide a body, you understand me." Charlie always had a way of getting right down to the point with a hint of humor.
Luke had kept everything pent up inside for nearly a week, and Charlie was right about the ready to explode part. Luke had been so on edge over not hearing from Lorelai. Nearly a week and no news, not a call, she didn't drop by, nothing! He wouldn't mind if she broke into his place again, at least that would be something! Wasn't she just as worried as he was? She seemed worried? Why wasn't Lorelai letting him in?
"So, what's going on? Is it Rachel again?" Charlie asked as he leaned back in his chair, settling in to hear the whole sob story over again.
Luke sighed heavily, "Look, it's ... complicated."
"Alright...I understand. You don't want to get into it with all the boys here ready to bust in at any moment?" Charlie nodded.
"Well, yeah...sort of. I'm just still figuring it all out… on my own."
"Okay," then Charlie stood and pulled the cord in the trailer that was connected to the horn outside; a loud blast of sound that usually signaled the end of the work day busted out. With the aid of a bullhorn, Charlie went outside and announced to a bewildered crew, "We're closing up shop early today. Some of the supplies we need aren't in. No supplies, we can't build nothing! So everyone go home." Some of the crew were yelling questions at Charlie, and he reacted, "I know it's three in the afternoon, but we're stopping early, I mean it, now, clear out, all of you."
Luke was stunned; the only time Charlie shut down the job site was if their client was out of money.
Charlie grabbed his jacket, "Come on; let's go get a beer. We'll figure it out together," Charlie patted Luke's shoulder.
Ten minutes later Luke and Charlie were at a bar near Charlie's house. They were sitting in the back at the end of the bar, "Isn't Maggie going to wonder where you are?" Luke suggested.
"At this moment, Maggie thinks I'm still at work."
"Look, I can't drink. I have to drive all the way back to Stars Hollow..."
"Nonsense; you can stay with me and Maggie tonight, if you don't feel like driving..."
Luke insisted, "No, you don't understand...I have to get back, I'm expecting a call..."
Charlie nodded as he grabbed some of the bar pretzels, "So it is Rachel," then he popped the tiny twist into his mouth
"Not exactly." Luke dismissed, looking at his beer hesitantly; it was kind of early for drinking, especially on a work day. Still, Luke knew talking it out with someone he trusted, like Charlie, may relieve some of the pressure he was feeling inside, but Luke also felt embarrassed and ashamed over the whole situation already.
"Well, then what's the story? We've got beer, we're in a bar, bars were made for figuring out problems," Charlie encouraged
Luke sighed "You're not going to like it," He didn't want to disappoint his father's old friends knowing he was probably letting down his late father, too. Actions have consequences, William would say, you need to be responsible for yourself and your actions.
The thing was Luke was trying to be responsible, do what was considered right; it was just there was a stubborn brunette in his way.
"I'll be the judge. Now come on, out with it."
"Okay... well, you know Rachel..."
"I knew it..." Charlie's palm hit the counter.
"It's not what you think. Look, a few weeks back, Rachel left me..."
"...again," Charlie finished. "I figured as much; How long till she comes back this time?"
"It's for good," Luke assured.
"If you say so," Charlie sipped his beer.
"Trust me, it was really, really final this time," the 27 year old emphasized, "and even if she does come back, well …I met someone else."
"Luke, that's great..." Charlie smiled and slapped Luke's back; "See you're growing up and moving on from this Rachel farce. Thank God."
"It's more complicated..."
"Okay, well, first off what's the new girl's name?" Charlie leaned in.
Luke sighed, because he still loved the sound of it, "Lorelai..." Bittersweet were the memories of the night that brought them together.
"Wow, she as pretty at that name," Charlie teased, nudging Luke with his elbow.
Luke solemnly nodded. Her eyes, her hair, her smile, everything about Lorelai was perfect; he could have easily fallen in love with her, if only she wasn't so obstinate.
"Okay... so what's the problem? She single?" Charlie asked.
"Technically, yes, but ... she has …a kid."
"I see," Charlie nodded absorbing the new information, then he asked, "So is Lorelai separated, divorced?"
"She and the other guy never got married."
"Ah, I see. How old?"
"Eight, her daughter's name is Rory."
"Okay," Charlie chuckled, "I meant how old Lorelai is?"
"She's twenty five."
Charlie blew out a breath, "For a second I thought you were going Mrs. Robinson on me." Charlie suddenly looked like he was trying to do the math, "Lorelai is twenty five, and her daughter is eight so that means…" His eyebrows rose at his conclusion. He cleared his throat still trying to sound supportive,"So you've met her daughter, I take it."
"A few times," Luke nodded, shifting his bottle on the bar counter.
"Okay, so you are struggling with how to date a woman with a kid?"
"There's more, Charlie," Luke leveled.
Charlie blinked as if to ask "what more could there be", but leaned in closer wondering what could be next "Okay, well, lay it on me, that's why I'm here."
Next to Bud and Maisy, Charlie knew Luke the longest; when Luke was younger he always called him "Uncle Charlie". It was hard to tell "Uncle Charlie" the news, to revel his one night stand and moral failing. Luke took a deep breath, had both hands on his beer, his eyes focused on the label, "Lorelai's pregnant," he announced, scared to look over at Charlie.
Luke took a long swig of his beer, rested the bottle back on the bar, and just stared at the label as he waited for Charlie to say something. A full minute must have past before Luke looked over to see Charlie's gaped mouth.
"Yes, it's mine," Luke answered the silent question.
"Oh, okay... so well, um, what are you going to do?"
"Be there, if she needs me," Luke shrugged.
"Be there if she needs you? Of course, she needs you; she's having a baby, for crying out loud..."
"Would you keep it down?"
"Sorry, but, what are you talking about if she needs you? Do you know what a woman goes through when she is pregnant?"
"That's why I'm so... frustrated. Lorelai is keeping me at arms length."
"That just goes with the territory; Why I remember Maggie was cursing me out during her labor…"
"This is different. You and Maggie were married, established, in love. Lorelai and I… we aren't even dating…really, we don't have a real relationship right now, and it's driving me crazy that I don't know anything about what she's going through; I haven't talked to her in a week since we went to the doctor."
Charlie quickly figured that's why Luke needed the day off last week, "So what? You're just letting her set the rules? Call her! Go to her and tell her your side. What if she goes out of town with your kid? What if she already has?"
"I don't think she would do that."
"How do you know? You say you're not really committed to each other. How long did you know this woman before you went to bed with her," Charlie scolded.
Through gritted teeth, Luke admitted, "A few weeks. I met her just after Rachel left, and we just …sort of …" Luke searched for the word, "clicked."
"Clicked? Excuse me, but you did more than click if she's having your baby..." Charlie said dryly.
"We had good chemistry. I had a good feeling about her..."
"Aw, you and your gut..." Charlie muttered as he put his beer to his lips, "tell me, has your gut ever told you that you should have given up on Rachel a long time ago...."
"As a matter of fact it has, but I was too stupid to listen to it sooner."
"So now, Lorelai is keeping you at arms length, you haven't spoken to her in a week. What's your magic gut telling you to do now?"
"Again, it's complicated. I mean, we aren't telling people because ... the doctor is concerned that the baby won't make it."
"What?" Charlie's brow furrowed.
"It's been so long between her pregnancies... she might... she might miscarry"," Luke hated to say the words aloud.
"And you don't want her too", Charlie eyed Luke; there was a saying that still waters ran deep, and Luke was about as still as they came, until a storm came and he could rant and rage with the best of them. Luke had been that way since his mother died; storing up his feelings until it became too much for him to hold any longer. Charlie could see Luke's genuine concern for the woman named Lorelai.
"Of course not!" Luke gasped, "I care about her, I really do, I care about the baby. This maybe my only chance to have a family."
Charlie wanted to remind Luke that he was only twenty seven, things weren't as dire as they appeared, still Luke was focused and concerned about Lorelai and his child; that was a good sign. So Charlie had to ask, "Does Lorelai care about you? 'Cause she's not acting like it."
"Look, I understand why she does it... sort of...I mean, she's been through this before and the other father...well, he sort of ran out on her...left her and Rory high and dry. But what if she loses the baby… then what do we do? I mean I care about her, so can we build something on that loss?? Or were we just jinxed from the start…"
"So even though you are there, standing right in front of her, obviously brimming with emotion for her and the baby, willing to help in anyway you can, she's still expecting you to leave her and the baby like… the other guy?"
"I know, she just doesn't… trust me yet, it's like she thinks I'm like ....Jimmy."
"Aw, don't mention that scum bag, No good, lying, son of a...." Charlie took another swig of his beer as he muttered a pox on the jerk that ran out on Luke's little sister, Liz, barely hours after she gave birth to their son, Jess. Silence hung for a minute, and when Charlie refocused on Luke and his situation he said, "Well, you're just going to have to prove to Lorelai that you're not like that."
"I'm trying... but…for all intents and purposes we are strangers, we're just having a baby together, too.
We need… communication; when I come home there are no messages... I don't have her direct number; I don't even know where she lives, all I know is where she works. I don't know what she expects or wants from me. I don't know what to do. So I go for a long run and try to clear my head, throw myself into work to work out my frustration."
"How many times did you sleep together before this… happened?"
"Charlie!" Luke leaned back on his chair aghast at the question.
"Hey, you want advice, everything is on the table. I don't want details...just a number."
"We only had the one... date, really," Luke decided to try and make it sound better than "one night together"; He was wrong.
"One date? You went to bed with her on the first..." Charlie leaned back in his chair and took another swig of his beer.
"I know, I told you, we had a lot of chemistry. She was hard to … resist. She has these beautiful blue eyes and… aw, forget it. Look, it's not like it all happened the first day I met her. We had run into each other for a few weeks before and then we ..."
"Okay, okay, start at the beginning, and get me another beer..." Charlie slid the empty bottle across the bar top. Luke told Charlie all about how Mia first introduced them, how they both worked the same wedding, alluded to the booze and the fireworks, and how weeks later, Lorelai came to his apartment to tell him face to face about the baby.
"Wow... do you think... she was daddy shopping?" Charlie asked, resting his hand on his fist, resting his elbow on the bar. Charlie had paced his beers faster than Luke, and Luke figured he'd have to take Charlie home to Maggie. Charlie was starting to slur his words and his eyes could barely stay open.
"No," Luke dismissed the questions since Charlie was now a little tipsy from the number of empty bottles in front of him. Charlie didn't know Lorelai; neither did Luke really, but from what Luke did know, he didn't think she was that kind of person, "I think we really had something there... but ... things happened. Things changed."
"But you still want her," Charlie eyed Luke.
Luke had been playing with the bottle caps on the bar counter, he's heart was screaming "God Yes!" but he merely shrugged, "I don't know. We moved too fast, maybe if we had taken our time… we could have had something real but… now…"
"You built a house without a foundation," Charlie nodded lucidly, jabbing Luke in the shoulder with a stiff finger.
Luke sighed, "I guess so…all I really know is I really want this baby to make it. I want to be a father. Have a family."
Charlie blinked and squinted like he just had the most brilliant idea, "Tell you what you do... you got to do something really thoughtful...to … to, just sweep her off her feet," Charlie slurred, "Something she won't expect… you still cook, right?"
Luke grinned; he had already been trying to invite Lorelai and Rory to dinner since before the doctor's appointment. Maybe if he kept trying, Lorelai would eventually wear down.
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Luke felt better after talking with Charlie, he had finally vented, he finally got some of his confusion and frustration out of his system and released some of the pressure he was feeling, and he got to hear a trusted, objective opinion. Charlie wanted Luke to work things out with Lorelai, romance her, and win her back, so their baby would have a real home. Truth was Luke never really had her, so how could he win someone back he had never really lost.
After taking Charlie home to his wife, Maggie, Luke showed up at the Inn, still feeling out of place over the guests dressed up for dinner. He saw Lorelai at her podium at the entrance of the dining room, greeting dinner guests, disappearing to show them to their table then returning. When she returned and wasn't busy, Luke walked up to her.
Sensing someone had stepped toward her podium, "What's the name on the reservation, please?" marking the party she had just seated then looking in her reservation book, then looking up to make eye contact with her new guest. She gasped that it was Luke before her.
"Hi," he tried to smile and not be offended at the sheer horror on Lorelai's face.
"What are you doing here?" Lorelai said alarmed quickly checking the dining room for locals and Mia.
"Lorelai," Luke almost had to laugh, "It's been a week with no calls. I was... worried."
"So, I'm supposed to check in every hour or something?" Lorelai snapped, anxious that no one see them talking.
"No, but once a day would be nice. Even if you just left me a message on the machine," Luke could see how annoyed she was.
"You want me to what?" Lorelai only half paying attention, but it sounded like Luke was making demands of her.
"Where's Rory now?"
"In the library, reading."
"Do you get a break?"
"I already had it..." Lorelai said curtly; did she annoy him while he was at his job site?
"Lorelai, please, we need to talk. Have a serious talk."
Lorelai just stared at him. She looked like she wanted to stop herself, but she divulged, "I'm done in twenty minutes, then Rory and I were going to have a late dinner."
"Okay, well, if I could have you for five minutes before you have dinner with Rory."
Why did she have such a soft spot for him? Oh yeah, it could be because Luke had given her the most romantic night of her life and as a result she was carrying his child. It stood to reason she owed him at least five minutes to talk. Lorelai couldn't help the tingle that went up her spine over the mere idea of being alone with Luke again, which she internally scolded herself for. "Why?" she asked cautiously.
"Because we need to talk, about a lot of things," Luke repeated.
"Okay," Lorelai watched him as Luke nodded, then sauntered over to a couch by the fireplace in the lobby to wait. Lorelai couldn't read Luke, granted she hardly knew him. He sounded like he really cared, that he had been genuinely worried about her for the past week, but he also seemed down and defeated. Like... he was ready to give up, like he was ready to cut out.
It was the longest twenty minutes of her life. Questions kept flooding her. What did Luke want? What did he have to say? Was he going to leave too? Finally, Marcella came and took over for the closing shift.
Lorelai walked over to Luke who had taken to reading a left over paper by the fireplace in the lobby.
"Luke, I'm ready," Lorelai evenly announced herself, trying to be brave for whatever followed.
Luke folded up the paper and led Lorelai outside to the porch
"Rory, hasn't eaten since lunch, so please…."
"This won't take that long."
That's what Lorelai was afraid of.
Once they were down the front porch stairs and away from some of the other guests, they rounded the building to be secluded at the corner of the Inn. Luke let out a breath and dove in, "Look, what do you want from me exactly?"
"What?" Lorelai didn't understand the question.
"The way you're acting... it's like... you don't want me around."
"That' not true," Lorelai barked defensively, realizing she shouldn't care too much about Luke, in case he did leave one day. Lorelai whispered, "You think I want to go through another pregnancy alone?"
That gave Luke a clue, a small sign that his hunch of what's-his-name wasn't around much during the first pregnancy to support Lorelai was correct. "Well, when you don't call, don't tell me anything, what am I left to assume."
"You know what they say when you assume," Lorelai crossed her arms.
"Yeah, you make an ass out of you and me."
Lorelai chuckled, the corners of her mouth twitching into a smile she tried to hide, surprised yet pleased that he knew the phrase.
Luke stressed, "Well, here I am, an Ass, for thinking that the woman carrying my baby would want to call me sometime over the past week and tell me how she's doing; a week since we learned this baby might not make it. That she may want to call and have someone to talk to about her own fears. And you're being an ass too, 'cause basically you're telling me that you didn't once, at any time, think to call me since the doctor's appointment?"
"Well, no, not really. I've been busy," she said stupidly.
"So, you didn't think that I was completely freaked out by the 'M' word..."
"'M' word?"
"Miscarriage," Luke said quietly.
"I thought you might be," Lorelai had hoped he was but it took the big dummy a week to realize what it meant? Lorelai knew that was unfair and untrue. Luke had squeezed her hand in the doctor's office, had reached for her before dropping her off at the inn, but Lorelai didn't want him to see her as a vulnerable weak mess when she cried her eyes out for the baby. She didn't know what kind of single mother statement she was trying to make by keeping her strong single mom façade up around him.
"So, you didn't think I'd like to know that you were okay... all week long, after getting that scary warning from the doctor."
"I thought no news was good news," Lorelai lamely shrugged.
"No, good news is good news," Luke assured her, "I want to be informed, I want to be in the loop."
"Okay, fine... Sorry."
"Don't be sorry, just don't forget about me. I'm here for you and for the baby. I'm right here."
"Keep your voice down," Lorelai scolded, looking up at the porch for any guests who could overhear.
"I guess that means you haven't told anyone else."
"Of course not, I want to be sure it sticks before I tell people. You know how they are in this town, once they find out, they're going to be planning the baby shower…and I don't want them to get their hopes up if I'm just going to …to lose the baby" Luke could see the strained emotion on her face; Lorelai was just as scared as he was. "Not to mention they'll plan a wedding for us if they think we're a couple."
Luke was relieved that she had some strong concerns herself about the "M" word after all, but still a little hurt that she didn't seem interested in rekindling the spark they had found on Fourth of July. Luke knew he'd have difficulty letting go of that, but he had decided he would be who ever Lorelai needed him to be, and make his child the most important thing. If she didn't want a romantic relationship between them, he would just have to deal with that.
"Look, I'm sorry. I should have called you," Lorelai admitted, "I'm just...look I'm not trying to be rude on purpose, it's just that… I've had my own life for so long... dealing with my own things, I'm an adult, I can take care of myself... I can take care of Rory. I'm not ... used to... checking in with someone," Lorelai rambled. She wasn't used to someone else caring, being worried, wanting to pitch in. Christopher had said the lines so many times it was like the boy crying wolf. It was hard to believe that Luke wouldn't be the same.
"I know. I'm not used to you either, but still I find myself worrying about you all day. I can't concentrate on my work not knowing what's happening to you. So, for my peace of mind, so I can get a good night's sleep, just one phone call, cause if I don't hear from you, I may have to show up like this again."
"Luke…"
"Look, I get it, okay, I'm not in the routine...I wasn't part of your life before, but I am now. We both have to accept that. No matter what is or isn't between us, we are having a baby. I'm just asking for you to make some kind of effort to include me now that things have changed. I need a little more than a once a month doctor visit. Please."
Lorelai was silent, she didn't know what to do, what to say. She had too much to worry about on her own; telling Rory, telling her parents, telling the town, she didn't have time to give Luke's peace of mind
"Is it too much to ask that you check in with me once a day, or every other day? Even just to leave a message and tell me how you... and Rory are?" Luke made sure to include her daughter, after all he was going to be around her more too.
"Fine, I'll call, I'll leave messages, you'll be in the loop, but we're just friends, and nothing more," Lorelai had to be perfectly clear.
Luke hated it but he knew it was the way things had to be, "Well, then, friend, I look forward to hearing from you on how your pregnancy is progressing; If not daily, then every other day."
Lorelai sent an adorable scowl at him.
Luke tried to ask her again, "…and I want to have dinner with you and Rory."
"What? You just said ..."
"Friends eat together. Nothing will happen between us if Rory is there, just more of her getting to know me so whenever you do tell her it's not such a shock. She'll know me; she'll see I'm a good guy …"
"She knows you're a good guy…" Lorelai admitted, the town meeting had made Luke Rory's hero. Rory was already having parent trap thoughts of her mother and Luke together. How would she react when she discovers they made a baby; "But…dinner... I don't think it's a good idea... it implies a date."
"Well, it's not a date. I won't even take you to a restaurant; I'll make dinner at my place. Just three friends getting together for dinner, Rory will be with us so that's not a date, right? like a chaperone, You can rent a movie we can watch it…"
"Luke..." Lorelai could see right through his scheme; He was adding activities to dinner to make it last longer.
"…or just dinner…whatever you want. Lorelai, I'm trying to be your friend. No ulterior motives. I just want to have a good relationship with you since you ... are going to have my kid."
Lorelai sighed heavily, "Luke, I don't know what you want from me."
Perhaps she was just as unsure as he was. "I thought I just told you. I want you to be healthy so you can give birth to my kid... to make sure you eat a vegetable now and then, doctors orders."
Lorelai had to chuckle, he was almost as clever as she was.
"And dinner would provide an opportunity to tell Rory about the baby."
"Luke! I will tell her; in my own time… it's hard...and like the doctor said…."
"Lorelai... Rory was hurt by the Fourth of July right? You not showing up to the fireworks."
"Yes, she was," Lorelai hung her head in shame, wondering why he had the gall to bring it up again, "All the more reason I can't be selfish and get involved with you..."
"Fine, agreed, nothing romantic; but don't you think she'll be just as hurt not hearing this from you as soon as possible."
"Luke that subject ... Fourth of July has been taboo the last few weeks; she'll be even more hurt when she finds out I ... stood her up to ...be with you."
"She'll be even more hurt that you waited to tell her she's going to be a big sister. You're supposed to be close."
"We are close!"
"I just... think it would be better the sooner you tell her... no one else... just at least tell her. No one else."
"I'll think about it. Speaking of which... your five minutes are up and I need to feed my daughter."
"Fine, well I look forward to your call tomorrow."
"Right"
"…and if you don't call, I'll just stop by here again."
"Whatever" Lorelai wondered if he was really going to come back up to the inn again.
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This was so stupid, Lorelai told herself the next day, as she knocked on the door frame of Mia's office. "Mia?"
"Yes, Lorelai"."
Lorelai stepped inside, "hi, I'm really sorry but I have to make a call."
"Of course, but why not use the phone at the desk?"
"Well, it's sort of a … private call."
"I see, well, you'll forgive my curiosity. Boyfriend or doctor?"
"What? No, no, nothing like that," Lorelai lied. How does Mia do that?
"Well, you don't exactly call your parents every week. So, I just figured…"
"It's not them either just… a call to a friend."
"Alright, I'll check with Anton how dinner is shaping up."
"Thank you, Mia."Lorelai hoped she could just leave a message on Luke's machine and be short and sweet. Lorelai tapped her foot as it rang as she waited for the machine to pick up.
"Hello?"
Lorelai had been so stunned she stuttered, "Um Hi, Luke? Is that you?"
"Yes? I'm the only one that lives here."
"Hi, it's Lorelai."
"Hi, how are you?" he already knew by the sound of her voice, and the fact no one else calls him.
"You're… there?"
"Yes, I'm here. At my apartment, where I reside; you called me, remember?"
"Yes, I know, but I was expecting the machine..." hoping actually.
"Well, today is my night off from Sniffy's so… I answered."
"Oh, it's your night off."
"Yes, I do get those occasionally. You might try it sometime."
"Well, I have nights off, too," Why do I sound like such an idiot? It was like in high school when a girl gets giddy over calling a boy.
"Good."
They paused; Lorelai didn't know what to make of the conversation so far. Talking about their nights off, was that his subtle round about way of asking her on a date.
"Okay... so…" Lorelai could have gone in a thousand directions with unrelated tangents and observations, but Luke focused her with a single question.
"So, how are you feeling?" Luke asked.
"I'm okay, I guess," She still held back her bout of nausea; Luke wouldn't be interested in that.
"Good. So how's Rory?"
"She's with Lane in the library, playing a board game… actually I should take her home soon. Mrs. Kim can be quite protective when the sun goes down."
"We all know that."
"Okay, so…I have to get Lane home."
"Alright, Oh but first have you told Rory?"
That was his game, he was going to annoy her into submission, "Not yet."
"Okay, well as soon as you can. You know her best. Well, I'm glad your doing okay…I'll talk to you tomorrow … or in a few days."
"Okay, bye." Lorelai hung up the phone and stared at it. That hadn't been so bad, right? But it wasn't all that …informative. What did she learn really? Luke occasionally gets days off, who doesn't. What had Luke learned, that she was still breathing; big whoop!
This was nothing, a five minute call. She could do five minutes every other day.
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"That was all God given Talent" - Thank you Luke
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