It was silent when I got to the Inn.
I walked to my office.
I started doing the paperwork I've been neglecting to do.
Two hours later
I completed the paperwork I've been neglecting to do.
I was doing inventory.
My phone was ringing.
"Ooh!"
I answered it.
"Hi, uh, 143."
"What?"
"I wanna talk to you, but I'm gonna lose count so remember 143."
"143 what?"
"Soaps."
"What are you doing?"
"Inventory."
"At the Inn?"
"No, at the Pentagon. I'm tracking soaps and nuclear missiles for General Abizaid."
I walked out of the back room.
"Isn't it a little late?"
"The General's a slave driver."
"Mom."
"Well, it... It had to get done at some point so, I thought I'd do it at this point. I count better at night."
"Okay."
"So... What's going on? I thought it was an all Logan week."
"It was."
"Was?"
"Boys suck."
"Oh, hon."
"They totally suck."
"Sometimes they do." I agreed with her.
"Tell me it gets better when they get older."
"It gets better when they get older." I lied.
"It does?"
"Well... It gets more confusing, more complicated, and more complex. Does any of that sound better?"
"No."
"So, what happened?"
"It was awful. We went to Dinner with Lucy and Marty and I told him everything beforehand about how Marty pretended that we didn't know each other and I just had to go with it."
"Uh-oh."
"Yeah. So, right in the middle of Dinner he decides that he can't lie to Lucy. And he tells her that Marty and I have known each other since Freshman year."
My mouth opened in surprise.
I closed it.
"Yikes!"
"I know! Who does that, right? Right in the middle of Dinner. He has no reason to be jealous. I mean, he knows that I love him."
"Of course, he does."
"So, why would he do it?"
"I have no idea. Mars and Venus, you know?"
"Yeah, see, I don't think that's right. Because Mars and Venus are both Planets, right? So, they have something in common. I think it's more like Mars and a bowl of soup."
"Venus and a bowl of soup." I corrected her.
"What?"
"Venus is the woman. Venus and a bowl of soup." I explained.
"Really, Mom?"
"Well, I'm just saying. So, uh, how's Lucy?"
"I don't know. Not good. She ran out. And... I've been trying to call her but she won't answer her phone. I don't blame her, I mean, I wouldn't wanna talk to me right now."
"Oh, she'll be fine, she probably just needs time to cool down, you know?"
"Yeah, I hope so. I mean, I feel terrible."
"Of course, you do. You wanna come home? I'm about to start counting dust ruffles."
"Um, no. I should actually, probably go over there and... Try, you know? See if she'll talk to me in person."
"Alright. Let me know what happens."
"Yeah, I will. 143."
"Ah! Thank you. Sorry, boys suck."
"Yeah, stupid bowls of soup."
Rory hung up.
I went back to doing the Inn's inventory.
Two hours later
I finished doing the Inn's inventory.
I went back home.
I got out of my Jeep.
I walked up the stone pathway to the porch.
I walked up to the front door.
"Lorelai?" It was Mom.
"Oh! My God!" I commented, startled by her sudden appearance.
"Mom, you scared me half to death." I pointed out to her.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned, moving away from the front door.
"I wanna talk to you, Lorelai."
"Ugh. Is this about the party? Because I've had a really long day and I don't wanna talk about the party." I questioned, walking up to her.
"It's not about the party. I've come to talk to you about your Marriage."
"My Marriage?"
"Yes, I'm concerned. I don't like what I'm seeing... And I've come to offer you some friendly advice."
"Mom, I really don't want your advice."
"Well, then consider it unfriendly advice."
"Okay."
"Christopher is immature."
I looked down, shaking my head.
"Often foolish and a little lacking in common sense."
I looked back up.
"He doesn't always make the best choices."
"Like with me, are you saying he chose wrongly in choosing me?"
I smiled.
"I'm saying, he's your husband, Lorelai for better or for worse. I like Christopher."
"Okay."
"I think he's good for you. But it's not going to be perfect. He's not perfect and God knows you're not perfect."
I rolled my eyes.
"But Marriage is not about always being happy. And often it's about not being happy at all. It's about compromise which is not your strong suit. Marriage is about swallowing your pride sometimes. About doing what he wants. It's not about winning an argument which may make you sad because that's what you love."
I rolled my eyes again.
"But... I don't want to see you ruin this. Marriage is serious business, Lorelai. And if you don't take this very seriously then this whole thing could fall apart faster than you could possibly imagine. And he'll be gone and you'll be alone again. A ring is no guarantee."
Mom nodded her head.
"Sorry for scaring you."
"Tell Randall, Sookie will be catering our... Wedding."
Chris
I pulled in the driveway.
Emily was here, talking to Lorelai on the front porch.
"Sorry for scaring you."
"Tell Randall, Sookie will be catering our... Wedding."
Lorelai
"That's very convincing. Tomorrow, Celine is gonna help you pick out a dress."
"Yay. A barbie doll all day tomorrow."
I walked in the house, shaking my head.
Chris
"That's very convincing. Tomorrow, Celine is gonna help you pick out a dress."
"Yay. A barbie doll all day tomorrow."
Lor walked in the house, shaking her head.
Lorelai
The front door opened.
It was Chris.
"Maybe we shouldn't wait. Maybe it is time to have another kid."
We started kissing as I walked backwards up the stairs.
Chris
I opened the front door.
"Maybe we shouldn't wait. Maybe it is time to have another kid."
We started kissing as she walked backwards up the stairs.
Lorelai
We had sex.
I fell asleep with my head on his chest.
Chris
We had sex.
Lor fell asleep with her head on my chest.
I stroked her long brown hair.
I shortly fell asleep.