That Dance That We Do

"Live each day as though it was your last… dance as though no one is watching, sing as though no one is listening." – Anonymous

            Rory Gilmore paused in front of the mailbox lettered "Gilmore" for just a moment.  It was a beautiful May day, Monday to be exact.  With five pages of Latin homework and all the time in the world to do it, the world seemed okay.

            Bills, letter to Mom, bills… Rory peered over the mail with less-than-usual interest.  What's that?  A letter to me?

            Now in a greater hurry, Rory quickly stepped up the stairs and into the safety of the Gilmore house.  Dropping the mail on the kitchen table, she slung her backpack onto her bed and eagerly pulled open the letter.

            Dear Rory,

                        I'm not sure if you remember me – Maire Ecclesall, Annie's mom.  We've moved now, to Groton, three hours from Hartford.  Sullivan has a new job here.  He is the coordinator of special events for a banquet hall.  James is attending Saul Marchand Elementary School and seems to be doing pretty good.  I've got another job as the head chef at Origami Inn, on the outskirts of Groton.

            The reason I'm writing is to ask you if you would like to come work at the Roondalev's Foundation in Park View, a town about four hours from Groton.  If you could get to Groton, we'd be happy to get you to Park View.  We're working at the Foundation on May 12th.

            Our number: 525-548-2323.  Feel free to call, we'd love to hear from you.

                                    Maire Ecclesall

            "Hello, is Maire there?"

            "Hold on a minute please."

            There was a click as James Ecclesall set down the phone and went off in search of his mother. "Mom!  Phone's for you!"

            Maire Ecclesall hurried to the phone. "Hello?"

            "Hello, Mrs. Ecclesall, it's Rory Gilmore.  Do you remember me?"

            "Of course I do!  Hello, Rory."

            "Hello.  I got your letter today.  I would like to come work at the Foundation with you, if it's not that big of a deal."

            "No.  You may certainly come.  Can your mother bring you to Groton?"

            "I think so.  If not, I'll just ride the bus."

            "Okay.  We'd love to see you.  I would, and I'm sure Sullivan and James would, too."
            "Thank you so much for inviting me."

            "It's not a big deal," Maire said. "We're glad to have you along."