*Next Afternoon—Jess and Rory are walking around town.
Jess turns the manila envelope over and over in his hand.
"I can't believe you made me do it." Rory says sternly.
"Don't look at me, it wasn't my idea…I'm just the innocent coruptee." Jess quips playfully.
"There's the box—got get rid of it." Rory replies pointing to a mailbox across the street.
Jess walks back towards Rory; a large grin on his face. "It's gone."
"Good."
"So where were we?"
"F"
"Oo, no respectable person is ever named something with an F."
"Understood…so, G."
"Let's see, Greg, George, Gen, Greta—
"Ok, G's not a good letter either."
"…Maybe we should get one of those books."
"I thought you were against books." Rory says smugly
"I am, but your name determines the kind of person you're going to be, you give a kid a bad name, you might as well just hand him a razor and say go nuts."
"Alright, fine. We'll get a book."
*2 hrs later.
"How did this happen?"
"It's not that bad."
"Four books Jess. Four."
"Why limit our forename selection to Americanized names?" Jess asks honestly.
"Whatever...Oo, message!" Rory rushes to the machine.
Hey Kids,
Jess, how'd that um idea you came up with on your own, by yourself with no help work out? Ror, it's so crazy here. Everybody sent stuff over for you. I'm actually looking at a pair of green booties, yes booties that the oh so generous Miss Patty brought over. I was going to ship it off to you tomorrow…but then I remember, someone's birthday's on Saturday! So Luke is actually closing early Friday and we'll be there in time for desert…you do have pie right? Well, Luke is looking very mean; I don't think he likes me on this phone, you sleep with someone and you'd think they'd let you use their "business phone" for five minutes, but nooo. So, call me and let me know if Fridays good. Love ya bye.
"Pie?"
"She makes a good point, you should go gets some, mm cherry pie…oh! And apple!"
"Now?"
"Well, its almost the predinner after postlunch snack, desert time."
Jess groans playfully, "Be right back."
*3 hrs later
Rory on the phone
"…Yea so I don't know, he didn't like my suggestion…I think Genevieve, is a pretty name." Rory giggles. "Well, my mom's coming up on Friday so maybe she'll have some ideas, Well I better go Jess should be home so— Rory cuts herself off looking at the clock. "Uh Lane, what time does it say on your clock." Rory listens intently as her pulse gains speed. "…How long do you think it takes to get pie?" Rory stands up; her body shaking as she paces across the floor. "Lane I'll call you later. I have to go. Bye."
Rory puts the phone down unsure of her next move. She looks to the window then to the door. The phone rings; catching her off guard. Rory lunges towards it, afraid of the call.
"Hello?"
"Is this the home of Mrs. Mariano?"
"Yes?"
"Is your husband, Jess Mariano?"
"Yes." Rory answers practically in tears.
"I'm sorry to tell you this, your husband's been involve in an accident…
Jess turns the manila envelope over and over in his hand.
"I can't believe you made me do it." Rory says sternly.
"Don't look at me, it wasn't my idea…I'm just the innocent coruptee." Jess quips playfully.
"There's the box—got get rid of it." Rory replies pointing to a mailbox across the street.
Jess walks back towards Rory; a large grin on his face. "It's gone."
"Good."
"So where were we?"
"F"
"Oo, no respectable person is ever named something with an F."
"Understood…so, G."
"Let's see, Greg, George, Gen, Greta—
"Ok, G's not a good letter either."
"…Maybe we should get one of those books."
"I thought you were against books." Rory says smugly
"I am, but your name determines the kind of person you're going to be, you give a kid a bad name, you might as well just hand him a razor and say go nuts."
"Alright, fine. We'll get a book."
*2 hrs later.
"How did this happen?"
"It's not that bad."
"Four books Jess. Four."
"Why limit our forename selection to Americanized names?" Jess asks honestly.
"Whatever...Oo, message!" Rory rushes to the machine.
Hey Kids,
Jess, how'd that um idea you came up with on your own, by yourself with no help work out? Ror, it's so crazy here. Everybody sent stuff over for you. I'm actually looking at a pair of green booties, yes booties that the oh so generous Miss Patty brought over. I was going to ship it off to you tomorrow…but then I remember, someone's birthday's on Saturday! So Luke is actually closing early Friday and we'll be there in time for desert…you do have pie right? Well, Luke is looking very mean; I don't think he likes me on this phone, you sleep with someone and you'd think they'd let you use their "business phone" for five minutes, but nooo. So, call me and let me know if Fridays good. Love ya bye.
"Pie?"
"She makes a good point, you should go gets some, mm cherry pie…oh! And apple!"
"Now?"
"Well, its almost the predinner after postlunch snack, desert time."
Jess groans playfully, "Be right back."
*3 hrs later
Rory on the phone
"…Yea so I don't know, he didn't like my suggestion…I think Genevieve, is a pretty name." Rory giggles. "Well, my mom's coming up on Friday so maybe she'll have some ideas, Well I better go Jess should be home so— Rory cuts herself off looking at the clock. "Uh Lane, what time does it say on your clock." Rory listens intently as her pulse gains speed. "…How long do you think it takes to get pie?" Rory stands up; her body shaking as she paces across the floor. "Lane I'll call you later. I have to go. Bye."
Rory puts the phone down unsure of her next move. She looks to the window then to the door. The phone rings; catching her off guard. Rory lunges towards it, afraid of the call.
"Hello?"
"Is this the home of Mrs. Mariano?"
"Yes?"
"Is your husband, Jess Mariano?"
"Yes." Rory answers practically in tears.
"I'm sorry to tell you this, your husband's been involve in an accident…
