Chapter 38
The next morning was complete and utter chaos, despite all the preparation they had done the day before. Artists started stumbling in at ten in the morning, half of them still drunk or high from the night before, prompting Rory to make sure there was a steady flow of Gilmore strength coffee in the store all morning while she stopped them from writing on the walls or moving any of the artwork.
"God, I feel like a daycare teacher!" she complained to Jess as she made the seventh urn of coffee that morning.
"Yeah, it can be like that sometimes. I'll send Chris over to try and get everyone sober and calmed down."
"Great, I need to go find out where the caterer is."
"Cynthia already called. They just got stuck in some traffic."
"Okay," she nodded. "In that case, I'm going to go get something to eat."
"I'll hold the fort down," Jess assured her.
In the time it took Rory to eat and get dressed, people were already filtering in and Matt and Chris had pulled out the beer.
"It's barely noon," Rory pointed out when she saw the bottles. "And if you say, 'it's five o'clock somewhere'," She warned, seeing Matt start to open his mouth. "I will hurt you- severely."
Matt snapped his mouth shut and nodded.
"Want one?" Chris offered.
"I prefer to do my day drinking on a beach- or in my grandmother's house."
"Those are two very different scenarios," Matt pointed out.
"I wonder what Dr. Spock would have to say about that?" Chris mused.
"I'm sure he'd have tons to say," Rory assured them. "Where's Jess?"
"Over there somewhere," Matt pointed vaguely towards the other end of the room.
"Thanks."
She found him climbing over the desks in the storage room to get to a box of old zines.
"Enjoying the view?" Jess asked, looking over his shoulder and noticing that she was watching him.
"Absolutely," she grinned. "Mom was right, the Danes men have nice butts."
"God, get that image out of my head!" Jess grimaced, making Rory laugh.
"Too late. Want some help?"
"No, I've almost got it." He sat up on his knees and pulled a box over his head. "I figured we might as well get rid of some of these. They're just taking up space."
"Sure," Rory nodded.
"Have you seen Benji yet? He's supposed to be doing some signing," Jess passed her the box and climbed back to the doorway.
"Not yet," Rory shook her head. "But he'll be here."
"I'm glad someone here is still optimistic about him," Jess kissed her temple.
"No, I just told him that if he didn't show I'd send the cops looking for him."
"Nice!" Jess picked the box up and threw an arm around her shoulders.
"I have my moments," she smiled.
"Um, excuse me," a petite blonde girl approached them, Jess's book clutched to her chest. "Are you Jess Mariano?"
"That's me," Jess nodded.
"Wow, oh my God. I love your book so much, it's just it's so amazing and..."
Jess tried not to look too uncomfortable and Rory elbowed him to make him stop shuffling from foot to foot.
"Thanks," he mumbled.
"Could you sign it for me?" The girl held out the book and a sharpie.
"Uh, sure," Jess nodded. "I guess, uh, what's your name?"
"Gemma," she beamed. "Gemma Olson."
Jess nodded and opened the cover, scribbling a signature onto the first page and handing it back.
"Thank you!" Gemma beamed and scurried away, clutching the book to her chest tightly.
Rory smirked and turned to look up at Jess.
"That was weird," he frowned.
"That was being famous," Rory grinned. "How's it feel to be a big shot?"
"I'm not a big shot," Jess shook his head.
"You've got fans," Rory poked him. "That is the definition of a big shot."
"I have A fan," he corrected.
"Hey, I'm your fan too!"
"You're biased."
"Maybe," she shrugged. "But I'm still a fan."
"Whatever. I need a beer."
"God, I live with a bunch of alkies," she joked.
"Do you want one?"
"No, because I don't feel the need to drink before three in the afternoon."
"Give it another hour," Jess assured her. "You'll need a drink by then."
"Whatever you say. I'll go put these out."
She took the box from him and found a table with space left on it.
"Excuse me, do you know where I could find the famous Yale Editor?" Lorelai asked, appearing behind her.
"You came!" Rory smiled, pulling her into a hug.
"I told you I would. Do you not trust your own mother?"
"You have your moments," Rory pointed out. "You just missed it, Jess met his first fan."
"Really? How did that go?"
"Awkward and slightly hilarious. So, do you want a tour?"
"Sure."
They linked arms and Rory led her through the building.
"So, there are usually desks all over the place, as you know, and we do performances over there."
"What is that?" Lorelai stopped and pointed at a painting.
"It's an abstract painting."
"What's it supposed to be?" Lorelai asked.
"I have no idea," Rory shrugged. "But the colours are pretty. Want coffee?"
"Always."
They each grabbed a mug and a couple biscottis, then sat in a corner to chat while the guys made sure everything ran smoothly. They had just finished discussing Lane's wedding dress when Chris came over looking worried.
"What's wrong?" Rory sighed.
"Benji got arrested. He's on the phone now, asking for you."
"Damn it!" Rory jumped to her feet and ran for the phone, snatching it from Matt.
"I guess you'll be doing the talking now," he frowned.
"Benji, what the hell happened?" She demanded.
"Well, you see, there was this asshole cop and he was pushing us around and I wasn't doing anything Rory, I swear, but he was pushing us around-"
"You got one more minute!" Someone yelled in the background.
"Damn it, Benji! Where are you?" Rory demanded.
"The Police Station, I already told Chris."
"Which Police Station?" Rory seethed.
"Second street."
"What were you charged with?"
"I wasn't charged with anything," he lied.
"Benji!" Rory snapped. "I don't have time for this. What were you charged with and who do I need to call to post your bail?"
"Possession," he finally admitted. "They haven't set bail yet."
"Then why are you calling me?"
"You said if I didn't show up you send the cops after me."
He sounded like a hurt puppy, and Rory immediately felt bad for yelling at him. He was completely insane and drove her nuts, but yelling at him was like yelling at Kirk- it was just inhumane.
"Okay," she sighed. "I forgive you for not being here. Do you want me to call someone for you?"
"No, I'll get another phone call when they post bail."
"Okay. Call us when you're out."
She put the phone back on the hook and banged her head against the wall a couple times.
"That good, huh?" Matt put his hand between her head and the wall.
"I swear to God, I'm going to kill him."
"Get in line. You want a beer?"
"Yes please," she sighed.
"Hey, what happened?" Lorelai joined them at the bar.
"Jess's best author got himself arrested and I'm going to kill him," Rory took the beer Matt handed her and took a large gulp.
"Look who's an alky now," Matt teased.
"Shut up."
"As much as I hate to interrupt this love fest," Jess joined them. "Someone wants to talk to you, Matt."
"It's so taxing being popular," he sighed dramatically as he walked away.
"So, arrested?" Jess asked.
"Yep, he's gonna call when he's out."
"Hey, last time he got arrested he wrote a book," Jess shrugged. "It's amazing what sobriety can do to a man."
"Who are you hanging out with?" Lorelai demanded, looking vaguely horrified.
"We don't hang out with him, we just publish his insane, cocaine induced ramblings," Jess assured her.
"Oh, good. Where's the bathroom?"
"You can go up to the apartment," Rory pointed to the stairs.
"Aren't you afraid I'm gonna snoop through all your stuff like a good mom should?"
"Not really, but you're more than welcome to," Rory shrugged.
"Cool, maybe I'll be able to find all the clothes you stole from me."
"I hide those at school."
"Good to know, you little rat!"
Rory just smiled and ran off to talk to Cynthia about something, leaving Lorelai to find her way upstairs.
"Okay, I have important information!" Matt suddenly announced to the room. "Truncheon employee meeting on the stairs!"
"Because this is the perfect time for an employee meeting," Rory grumbled.
"Okay, Mikey just gave me a number and a forty-eight hour deadline," Matt said once they had all gathered.
"Mikey?" Rory asked.
"He owns the bar," Cynthia filled her in. "So, what's the number?"
"One hundred and fifty."
Jess whistled appreciatively while Chris scowled.
"Why are you scowling?" Matt demanded. "That's way lower than we thought he was going to go! He's practically giving it away."
"I wouldn't go that far," Jess frowned. "But it is a deal."
"We need our own bar!" Matt cried, as if this were a new revelation. "We need somewhere for everyone to go that's not our office."
"You say it like we're fighting you," Jess said. "We're not fighting you."
"We need some place where the next De Kooning can run into the next Franz Kline and diss the next Jackson Pollock while the next Charlie Parker shoots up in the corner," he continued.
"So a nice family place," Chris joked.
"We can call it... Cedar Bar Redux."
"I would kick my own ass if we called it that!" Jess scoffed.
"Hey, why don't we call it Devoid of Original Ideas Poseur Bar?" Chris offered.
"I like it," Rory smiled. "I think it really captures the vibe you're going for."
"God, don't say vibe," Jess grimaced.
"Why, does it harsh your vibe?"
"Go to hell," Matt sulked, walking away. "All of you."
"Hey, come back for a hug, man!" Jess called after him, then got distracted when he saw a woman walk through the front door.
"Isn't that Alicia Matheson?" Chris asked, noticing where Jess was looking.
"Yeah. Cynthia, grab Matt." Jess ordered. "Get him off the bar for a bit and have him show her around."
"On it," she nodded and ran off to find her boyfriend.
"Cedar Bar Redux," Chris snickered again.
"I know," Jess shook his head.
"Hey," Rory grabbed his arm and pointed across the room.
"Oh, great!" Jess grabbed her hand and pulled her over to where Luke was standing staring at the same painting that had boggled Lorelai earlier.
"So my eyes don't deceive me," Jess patted his Uncle on the back.
"First things first," Luke turned to him and motioned to the painting. "What the hell is this?"
"An abstract painting."
"Yeah, but what's it supposed to be?"
"Check the title," Jess shrugged.
"I did, it's called 'Untitled'."
"There you go," Jess smirked.
"I give up," Luke said frustratedly. "Hi, Rory."
"So you got the invite," Jess observed.
"Yeah, didn't Rory tell you?"
"She did, but I didn't think you would come."
"Well you thought wrong, Nephew."
"Alright, well, do you want the tour then?"
"Give me the tour," Luke conceded.
"Well, this is where we work, Truncheon Books," Jess motioned around the room. "Usually there's desks and stuff piled all over the place, but we cleaned up for today."
They wandered to one of the display tables and Jess pointed out the books they had published.
"We put out a monthly zine too, except for last August when my partner forgot to pay the printer," he mused. "We let local artists hang their stuff up without ripping them off on commission and we do performances over there. And then there are a couple apartments upstairs where we all live. That, you don't want to see- it's a disaster."
"Hey!" Rory piped up. "Our apartment is not a disaster!"
"Are you kidding?" Jess gawked at her. "It looks like an atomic bomb went off up there."
"That's because you leave paper everywhere," Rory frowned. "Other than that it's clean."
"Sure," Jess patronized her.
Luke ignored their bickering and picked up one of the books Jess had pointed out.
"Hey, this is yours, right?" He held up a copy of The Subsect. "I wanted to get it, but I couldn't find it anywhere."
"It's not exactly The Da Vinci Code," Jess shrugged.
"Well, I'll definitely get it today," Luke promised. "By the way, that's your cousin."
Luke pointed to a girl across the room with brown curly hair and glasses, browsing through a shelf of books.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot you were here with her, Daddy?" Jess asked.
"She just calls me Luke. Total brain."
"Have you confirmed paternity?" Jess frowned.
"Don't be a wise-ass," Luke chastised him, making Rory snicker. "Hey, April! Come here a second."
She put down the book she had been looking at and joined them.
"April, this is your cousin Jess."
"Hi," April grinned.
"Hey," Jess took a sip of his beer.
"Men in this family aren't chatty," April observed after a moment of awkward silence.
"Sorry," Jess shrugged.
Realizing that she wasn't going to get much out of him, April turned to Rory who was still standing under Jess's arm.
"You have a great face."
"Oh, thanks. You too," Rory smiled at her.
"Oh, right," Luke seemed to have just realized that Rory was still there. "April this is Rory, she's an old friend."
"She doesn't look old," April frowned.
"Oh, no I just mean I've known her for a long time," Luke explained. "Since she was your age. She's actually the daughter of the woman I'm seeing, my fiancee, Lorelai. You remember, you met her that one time. It's complicated."
"Obviously," April nodded.
"I also happen to be Jess's girlfriend," Rory said. "Just to add to the confusion."
April nodded and looked around uncomfortably.
"Well, I'm going to go explore some more," she finally said. "Nice meeting you."
"So how are you adjusting to that?" Jess asked once April was out of earshot.
"Okay," Luke shrugged. "I like her, and she just sort of tolerates me."
"Seems like it."
"Thanks for the perspective."
"That's why I'm here," Jess smirked. "Come on, I've got some sculpture here you're really gonna hate."
"I'm gonna go see where Mom went," Rory pulled away. "She's been gone for way too long."
"She's probably searching your sock drawer for contraband," Jess agreed.
"The only person here who keeps contraband in their sock drawer is you," she pointed out. "So have fun explaining that to her."
"Lorelai is here?" Luke asked as Rory ran off.
"Yeah, didn't she tell you?"
"No," Luke shook his head. "She must have forgot to mention it."
Jess couldn't tell if his Uncle was angry or not, so he decided to let it go for the time being and just keep showing him around. He felt like it was Open House at school and he was showing his parents the painting his teacher had put up on the wall. It was a strange feeling that he wasn't used to, but a good feeling all the same. It was nice to be able to finally show off his accomplishments to the people that had believed in and helped him.
"Mom!" Rory called, opening the apartment door. "Did you get lost?"
"I got distracted," she called from the kitchen.
"And hungry," Rory observed.
The fridge was open and there were multiple boxes of cereal on the table.
"I didn't eat breakfast," she frowned.
"Whatever," Rory shrugged. "Luke is downstairs. And he brought April."
"What?" Lorelai stopped rifling through the fridge and looked up.
"Yep, I just met her."
"You did," her mother nodded, obviously unhappy with the situation.
"Yeah. If you came down, he'd probably introduce you too."
Lorelai frowned and turned back to the fridge.
"Don't you guys have leftovers?"
"No. Jess usually lives off TV dinners and Cynthia's cooking when I'm not here," Rory pulled her mother from the fridge and closed the door. "Okay, how long is this going to go on? Because you and I both know it's not healthy and it's killing you."
"Look, this is the way Luke wants things. He wants me to stay out of it, so I'm staying out of it."
"But you're going to be her stepmother," Rory argued. "Don't you want to at least meet her? I mean, you don't have to go out for mother-daughter bonding or anything, but a simple 'Hi, how are you?' couldn't hurt anyone."
"That's not my call," Lorelai shrugged. "It's Luke's call, and this is the call he made."
"Fine," Rory huffed. "I have to get back downstairs."
"I'll come back down in a bit, if you don't mind me crashing up here."
"Make yourself comfortable," Rory sighed. "The remote is under the couch."
"Why is it under the couch?" Lorelai asked, looking confused.
"Because that way we always know where it is. It can't get buried under books and paper and crap if it's under there."
"You guys are weird."
"Well, you raised me," Rory shrugged.
Lorelai hid up stairs for close to an hour, figuring Luke would get a quick tour and then leave. She didn't expect to find him sitting listening to a poetry reading.
"Well that's something you don't see everyday," she wandered over to where her daughter stood, sipping a beer.
"What?"
"Luke, listening to poetry."
"Oh, yeah. We've been placing bets on how long it takes for him to crack," Rory smirked. "I say he makes a run for it after the next mention of freaky sex."
"Has there been a lot of that?" Lorelai frowned.
"More than you would expect. Do you want a beer?"
"No thanks, I would take a coffee though."
"That way," Rory pointed to the coffee station that had been moved to the front desk.
"Thanks. Hey Jess," Lorelai greeted him as they passed each other.
"Hey, Luke is over there."
"I saw," Lorelai smiled tightly. "I'm just gonna get some coffee."
"Hey!" Matt ran over to them, looking nervous.
"What's wrong?" Jess sighed, taking the beer Rory offered him.
"Alicia just left, and I have no idea what she's going to write," he explained.
"You're not supposed to know what she's going to write," Rory pointed out. "She's a member of the free press."
"Yeah, but she just played it so close to the vest, you know?"
"Don't worry about it," Jess patted his back and handed over his beer. "Drink this and stop stressing, okay?"
"Fine," he huffed.
"So, how's he doing?" Jess turned to Rory and nodded towards Matt's poet, Angel.
"Okay," Rory shrugged. "I mean, he hasn't pulled out anything too crazy yet."
"Yet being the key word."
"Exactly."
"Where's Luke?"
Rory pointed to where he sat at the back of the crowd with April, listening to Angel's ramblings about Herman Melville and Jesus.
"No way," Jess scoffed.
"Yep," Rory nodded. "I was pretty impressed. Although I don't think he's as big a fan as April seems to be."
"Ha!" Jess smiled widely. "This day just keeps getting better."
"Okay, can I just say your coffee sucks," Lorelai joined them again. "It wasn't this crappy earlier."
"That's because I got distracted and let the caterer take over once everyone sobered up," Rory frowned. "It's also why I switched to beer."
"Good choice," Lorelai winced as she took another sip.
"Okay, was that supposed to mean something or-" Luke asked as he approached them, then stopped abruptly when he saw his fiancee standing there. "Lorelai."
"Hey," she smiled nervously. "I, uh, thought you'd be gone by now."
"We were just heading out," Luke nodded. "April!"
She appeared at his side holding Jess's book.
"Your books are really easy to skim," she criticized.
"Thanks, that'll make a great blurb!" Jess said.
"So, uh, April we should probably get going," Luke said. "I bet you want to get back to that boyfriend of yours."
"He's not my boyfriend," his daughter said, obviously annoyed, then turned to look at Lorelai.
"Hello."
"Hi," Lorelai nodded to the girl.
"You look familiar. Have we met before?" April asked.
"Uh, April, this is my fiancee, Lorelai," Luke introduced them. "You met her once at the diner."
"Right," April nodded. "I was filling the salt and pepper shakers."
"You were," Lorelai confirmed. "It's nice to see you again."
"You too," April smiled, completely oblivious to the tension that surrounded her.
"Right, well we should go," Luke said quickly.
"Wait," Jess stopped him. "I have something for you if you come up to the apartment."
"Oh, uh, sure," Luke nodded and looked down at April. "Can you just stay with Rory for a minute."
"Uh-huh."
Luke looked nervously between his daughter and fiancee, then nodded and followed Jess to the stairs.
"So, uh, what was that about a boyfriend?" Rory asked, trying not to let things get too awkward.
"All I said was that I liked a boy," April complained. "I realized it was a mistake the minute I said it, and now he thinks I have a boyfriend."
"I get it," Rory nodded. "He'll forget about it before you know it, though. Trust me."
"Hey, do you remember when you told Luke you wanted to marry Bono?" Lorelai asked, laughing to herself.
"I was very young!" Rory frowned at her mother. "And he was very talented."
"Hey, I'm not judging," Lorelai threw her hands up. "I'm just remembering how flustered Luke got. I thought he was going to lock you in a closet to keep you from running off to Ireland."
"Yeah," Rory smiled at the memory. "It was always fun when he got that terrified look on his face."
"The one where his eyebrows get all close together and his eyes look like they're about to spin in two different directions?" April asked.
"That's the one," Rory smiled proudly. "You're going to have a lot of fun eliciting that look."
"Good to know," April smiled.
"Hey," Luke returned a moment later, a copy of The Subsect in his hand and a proud look on his face. "You ready to go?"
"Sure," April nodded and put the book she was still holding down. "It was nice to meet you all."
"Likewise," Rory smiled at her. "Maybe we'll get to see you around Stars Hollow sometime."
She looked at Luke when she said this, trying to convey with her eyes that it was time for him to stop screwing around and let them be a real family.
"Maybe," he shrugged and turned to Lorelai. "I'll talk to you tonight?"
"Yep," she smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Bye."
"Are you okay?" Rory asked her once they were gone.
"I'm fine," her mother lied. "I think I'm going to head out too. I don't want to hit traffic."
"Are you sure? You could stay for dinner, or you could stay the night."
"No, I need to get back so I can feed Paul Anka," Lorelai shook her head. "Thanks for inviting me, though. It was cool seeing the place again."
"Come back anytime," Rory hugged her. "The door is always open."
"Seriously, the lock on the back door has been broken since January," Jess nodded.
"You should probably get that fixed," Lorelai frowned. "The place really does look great, Jess. You should be proud of yourself."
"Thanks," he looked down at the floor awkwardly.
"Well, I better go. Bye, Hon." She hugged her daughter again, nodded at Jess and headed for the door, avoiding looking back at Rory's concerned stare.
"She'll be fine," Jess squeezed Rory's shoulder.
"I hope so," she sighed. "Come on, let's see what else Angel has to share today."
It turned out Angel had plenty to share, and most of it hadn't gone through them, prompting a long and exhausting argument between Matt, Jess and Chris while Rory and Cynthia cleaned up later that night.
"He wasn't supposed to premiere new material!" Jess cried for the fifth time.
"It wasn't bad," Matt argued, prompting Jess to throw his hands up in disgust.
"It was rambling," Chris cried. "And what was that whole part about 'desiring Golda Meir'?"
"Please, tell me that was symbolic!" Jess begged, his tone vaguely revolted.
"I'll talk to my poet," Matt finally huffed.
"Thank you!" Jess called as he walked away, turning back to Chris.
"We're going to that Bar we're not going to be naming Cedar Bar Redux," he said. "Are you coming?"
"Uh, maybe," Jess nodded and looked around for Rory. "You guys go ahead, we'll catch up."
Chris shrugged and went upstairs to get his coat, leaving Jess to find his girlfriend. She had finally let the catering people take over the clean up and had dropped into a chair to read for a few minutes. As he approached her, Jess realized that it was his book she was reading and rolled his eyes.
"You know, you don't have to read it again," he told her as he pulled a stool over.
"I know I don't," Rory smiled.
"God, there are so many things I would change," Jess complained. "I'd keep the back cover, everything else goes."
"You know why I love your book?" Rory asked, turning to face him. "It doesn't remind me of anything. It's not a rip-off. It's just you."
"High Praise, Miss Yale Editor," Jess chuckled. "But I think you're one of the few people that could actually appreciate something like that."
"I don't know, your fangirl seemed pretty in love."
"Yeah, that was weird," Jess shuddered.
"It was adorable," Rory corrected. "Didn't it feel cool signing a book for someone?"
"I signed your book," Jess pointed out.
"That doesn't count. Hey, what did you and Luke talk about when you went upstairs?"
"I gave him a copy of the book and that cheque I've been saving."
"How did he take that?"
"He didn't want to take it, but I told him I would just keep sending them until he cashed it. Then he told me he was proud of me." Jess looked at the floor, embarrassed to admit how much that had meant to him. Luke was one of the few people who had always believed in him, and after spending so many years disappointing him, it felt good to finally make the man that had been a father to him proud.
"Of course he's proud of you," Rory put a hand to his face. "You've done amazing things."
Jess nodded, still not looking at her.
"I'm proud of you too," she assured him. "I mean, you made it, Babe. This is it."
"You think so?"
"Definitely. I mean, we're sitting in your publishing house, talking about your book. You've come so far, Jess." She smiled brightly, her love for him radiating between them.
"All that matters to me, is that you're sitting here beside me," Jess took her hand. "If I didn't have you here, I don't think this would mean as much as it does."
"It still would," Rory shook her head. "But you won't have to find out. You're stuck with me."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Who else would put up with my housekeeping skills?"
Jess laughed and pulled her into a kiss, trying to convey how much it truly meant to him that she was there.
"Are you happy?" Rory asked when he pulled away, resting her forehead against him.
"Yeah. Are you?"
"Yeah."
"I'm glad you're here."
"Me too," she kissed him again. "So, do you want to go for drinks?"
"Yeah," he stood up and offered her his hand. "Let's go for drinks and figure out what to name our new bar."
"Hey, what about The Sands Remixed?" Rory offered, making Jess groan. "Or The Prodigal?"
"Go get your purse," Jess shook his head.
"Hey, that was a good one. The wayward children returning, you know? Cause we're wayward and-"
"I got it," he assured her.
"Your book was obviously a fluke," Rory shook her head. "Because you have absolutely no creativity or whimsy."
"The book dried me up," he shrugged. "My creativity is on back order."
"It's a good thing you have me then," she grinned.
"Is that what we're calling it?" He frowned. "Because I was feeling pretty victimized by your so called creativity. Are you sure you're a writer?"
"Hmph!" Rory scoffed. "And here I was going to buy you a drink, but if you're going to be like that, I think I might go home with Matt instead."
"I'm sure Cynthia would love that," Jess laughed.
"At least he appreciates my ideas."
"That's because he's just as crazy as you are. Are you ready?"
"Yep," Rory grinned and took his hand. "How about, I'd Rather Be In Philadelphia?"
Jess groaned and draped his arm over her shoulders, pulling her into his side and hoping her voice would be muffled by his jacket.