Dear Luke,
So I'm sitting here at home, with Paul Anka. I called mom to tell you how excited Paul Anka was that you were starting to wake up. But I just wanted to say how proud I am of you. Well I've always been proud of you. What I'm trying to say is that you've always been there for me, and I'm not sure if I've ever thanked you properly…so thank you, Luke.
Thank you for always being there for me when my own dad wasn't. From the first time that we came to Stars Hollow, I knew that things were going to be different when we met you. You have done so much for us, and right now I can't seem to thank you enough.
I'm just happy that you're still alive. And happy that there's not going to be some angel of death looming around our heads to take you away to some—
Is that Babette looking through the window?
Geez, this town is officially going nuts. Or wait. What am I saying? They already have gone nuts. I think this is the longest that anybody has kept the best secret from them.
Hold on. She's knocking on the window now.
"What do you want Babette?" I asked her, after opening the door. She came creeping from the bushes, just like I heard Kirk did to mom this morning, when she came out of the hospital to get some celebration coffee.
"What's the scoop on Luke, deary? The town is just dying to know."
"You know that I can't tell you anything. If you want to know, you're just going to have to wait like the rest of the town." I told her. You should have seen her face, Luke.
She looked half disappointed that I wouldn't tell her anything. Correction: Even though she knew that I wouldn't ever tell her anything. "Oh Rory dear, I just got so wrapped up in all this that I forgot to ask how you were. You haven't been home for awhile. How's school?"
"Fine." I had nodded. I really didn't have the heart to tell her that I quit going to Yale. Not that she would exactly mind, but just like the rest of the town—we get in everybody else's business. "I should get back. Paul Anka is waiting for me to read Moby Dick to him."
"Moby Dick." She mused, trying to peek through the door. Seriously, as if by some sort of magic, Paul Anka actually grabbed the book and came trotting over and the book slid at my feet. You would be proud of him. After that moment, she mumbled something about Moby Dick then, "Alright deary, well I'll just leave you and Paul Anka to your reading then." Her eyes sparkled, like she's about to run off to the town, screaming: emergency meeting—and she was gone.
And now Paul Anka really wants me to read Moby Dick, now that it's been brought up, so I'm going to end here. I'll be back at the hospital later on tonight. I'll be sure to make mom go home and get some rest when I get there.
I love you Luke,
-Rory