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"Rory, where are you. There's someone on the phone for you," Lorelai called out. "I got it in my room, Mom. Hang up." "Rory, it's me Paris," "Paris, why are you calling? It's summer vacation," Rory replied. "I called to tell you that Tristan's mother died. Since his family is such good friends with mine, he asked me to tell you. The funeral is tomorrow at Queen Elizabeth Church in Hartford. He wants you to come. It starts at two. I guess I'll see you there," Paris said before hanging up. "Rory, time for dinner," Lorelai called out from the kitchen. "Coming Mom," Rory said, hanging up the phone. "That sounded like Paris. What did she want?" "She just wanted to tell me that the first meeting of the Franklin is the first Tuesday of the year," said Rory as she grabbed plates out of the cabinet. "But school doesn't start for another month?" "You know how Paris is though," Rory replied. "Rory, grab the forks please," Lorelai said walking out of the kitchen. "Sure Mom," Rory said, already plotting how to get to the funeral. By the time dinner was over, Rory knew exactly how she was going to go to the funeral. The same way she had gone to visit Jess in New York though she wouldn't need to skip school since it was summer. She would use the excuse she was going to Lane's and then take the bus to Hartford and walk to the church. She knew Lane would cover for her. The church was near Chilton and she passed every day on the bus to school. Tristan needed her and though she didn't like him the way he wanted her to, they were friends and that was a good enough excuse. The next morning, Rory woke up early and wrote a note to her mom that she was at Lane's. She had called Lane the night before and told her and she knew that Lane would cover for her. By the time she got to the bus stop, the bus was already there. She hopped on board just before the bus sped off toward Hartford. By the time she got to the church, it had already started. The bus had gotten stuck in traffic so she was a few minutes late. She slipped in back and grabbed a prayer book and began to sing along with everyone else. Finally the service was over. Rory slipped into the crowd and headed out to the hallway, eyes searching for Tristan. After a few minutes of aimlessly walking around, she spotted him and headed right over to him. "Rory, what are you doing here?" Tristan asked when she was close enough to hear. "Tristan look Paris told me. I came as your friend. I figured you would need all the support you could get. Luke sends his sympathy as well," Rory said staring up at him. "You don't need to explain. I understand. Look, I'm sorry I left things the way they were but I had to. She was so sick; I knew I didn't have a lot of time left so I caught the next bus ride home. You should have known her, she was a great woman. She too loved the classics and tried to pass that along to me. I have her collection which I don't really want, would you want them? She has everything from "Tom Sawyer" to "The Sexual Life of Catherine M". I think she would want you to have it," Tristan said as tears flooded into his eyes. "Tristan, thank you. I really appreciate it," Rory said smiling at him. "Not a problem. I'll drop it by your house in a few days. Thank you for coming, really. It meant a lot to me. I may come drop by during a vacation. I know Luke wouldn't mind but I think Jess hates me. Would you mind, Mary?" "Not at all, Tristan. Look, I'm sorry about your mom. I know how much she meant to you," Rory said staring into Tristan's eyes. "Thanks. Well, I have to go. My dad is beckoning me. Thanks for coming. I'll drop by sometime next week," Tristan said before rushing off to talk to his aunt and uncle. After talking to Tristan, Rory quietly slipped away and walked to the nearest bus stop. Rory was sitting on a bench reading Oliver Twist when the bus came. Quickly she hopped on the bus and found a seat in the front. Before she knew it, the bus driver was announcing that the next stop was Stars Hollow. She got off the bus and immediately headed home. Meanwhile, her mother was sitting at Luke's, holding in her hand a coffee cup. "Luke, coffee! Please!" Lorelai asked with a begging face. "Lorelai, you've had five so far. Isn't that enough?" Luke asked holding the coffee pot in her face with a teasing expression. "But I'm just worried about Rory so I need caffeine," Lorelai said holding out her empty cup. "Why don't you go home and wait?" Luke suggested. "Bye Luke. Thanks," Lorelai yelled on her way out the door. By the time she had gotten home, Rory was already there, waiting on the sofa, hunched over a book. "Rory, where were you?" Lorelai said angrily. "Tristan's mother died and I went to the funeral," Rory said. "You should have told me! I would have let you go. Instead you leaving me worrying here the whole day. At first I thought you were at Lane's and just forgotten to write a note but then when you didn't come home by 6, I got all worried. How could you do this to me?" Lorelai said. "Mom, I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you. I promise. I'll never lie to you again and I'll. do the dishes for a whole month and . I'll clean my room every day and I'll do anything you ask. I'm so sorry, Mom. I love you," Rory said with a puppy face. "I love you too. Just never do that again. I just don't want anything to happen to you. I love you so much," Lorelai said, pulling Rory in for a big hug. A/N- Please add me to your Author Alert and Favorites. I would love to hear your comments and suggestions as well as your criticisms (though if it has to do with making this a Trory, please leave that out). I love the fanbase I have and if it wasn't for you guys, I wouldn't write. Thanks so much to everyone who reviews and reads. Sorry this took so long to write.
"Rory, where are you. There's someone on the phone for you," Lorelai called out. "I got it in my room, Mom. Hang up." "Rory, it's me Paris," "Paris, why are you calling? It's summer vacation," Rory replied. "I called to tell you that Tristan's mother died. Since his family is such good friends with mine, he asked me to tell you. The funeral is tomorrow at Queen Elizabeth Church in Hartford. He wants you to come. It starts at two. I guess I'll see you there," Paris said before hanging up. "Rory, time for dinner," Lorelai called out from the kitchen. "Coming Mom," Rory said, hanging up the phone. "That sounded like Paris. What did she want?" "She just wanted to tell me that the first meeting of the Franklin is the first Tuesday of the year," said Rory as she grabbed plates out of the cabinet. "But school doesn't start for another month?" "You know how Paris is though," Rory replied. "Rory, grab the forks please," Lorelai said walking out of the kitchen. "Sure Mom," Rory said, already plotting how to get to the funeral. By the time dinner was over, Rory knew exactly how she was going to go to the funeral. The same way she had gone to visit Jess in New York though she wouldn't need to skip school since it was summer. She would use the excuse she was going to Lane's and then take the bus to Hartford and walk to the church. She knew Lane would cover for her. The church was near Chilton and she passed every day on the bus to school. Tristan needed her and though she didn't like him the way he wanted her to, they were friends and that was a good enough excuse. The next morning, Rory woke up early and wrote a note to her mom that she was at Lane's. She had called Lane the night before and told her and she knew that Lane would cover for her. By the time she got to the bus stop, the bus was already there. She hopped on board just before the bus sped off toward Hartford. By the time she got to the church, it had already started. The bus had gotten stuck in traffic so she was a few minutes late. She slipped in back and grabbed a prayer book and began to sing along with everyone else. Finally the service was over. Rory slipped into the crowd and headed out to the hallway, eyes searching for Tristan. After a few minutes of aimlessly walking around, she spotted him and headed right over to him. "Rory, what are you doing here?" Tristan asked when she was close enough to hear. "Tristan look Paris told me. I came as your friend. I figured you would need all the support you could get. Luke sends his sympathy as well," Rory said staring up at him. "You don't need to explain. I understand. Look, I'm sorry I left things the way they were but I had to. She was so sick; I knew I didn't have a lot of time left so I caught the next bus ride home. You should have known her, she was a great woman. She too loved the classics and tried to pass that along to me. I have her collection which I don't really want, would you want them? She has everything from "Tom Sawyer" to "The Sexual Life of Catherine M". I think she would want you to have it," Tristan said as tears flooded into his eyes. "Tristan, thank you. I really appreciate it," Rory said smiling at him. "Not a problem. I'll drop it by your house in a few days. Thank you for coming, really. It meant a lot to me. I may come drop by during a vacation. I know Luke wouldn't mind but I think Jess hates me. Would you mind, Mary?" "Not at all, Tristan. Look, I'm sorry about your mom. I know how much she meant to you," Rory said staring into Tristan's eyes. "Thanks. Well, I have to go. My dad is beckoning me. Thanks for coming. I'll drop by sometime next week," Tristan said before rushing off to talk to his aunt and uncle. After talking to Tristan, Rory quietly slipped away and walked to the nearest bus stop. Rory was sitting on a bench reading Oliver Twist when the bus came. Quickly she hopped on the bus and found a seat in the front. Before she knew it, the bus driver was announcing that the next stop was Stars Hollow. She got off the bus and immediately headed home. Meanwhile, her mother was sitting at Luke's, holding in her hand a coffee cup. "Luke, coffee! Please!" Lorelai asked with a begging face. "Lorelai, you've had five so far. Isn't that enough?" Luke asked holding the coffee pot in her face with a teasing expression. "But I'm just worried about Rory so I need caffeine," Lorelai said holding out her empty cup. "Why don't you go home and wait?" Luke suggested. "Bye Luke. Thanks," Lorelai yelled on her way out the door. By the time she had gotten home, Rory was already there, waiting on the sofa, hunched over a book. "Rory, where were you?" Lorelai said angrily. "Tristan's mother died and I went to the funeral," Rory said. "You should have told me! I would have let you go. Instead you leaving me worrying here the whole day. At first I thought you were at Lane's and just forgotten to write a note but then when you didn't come home by 6, I got all worried. How could you do this to me?" Lorelai said. "Mom, I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you. I promise. I'll never lie to you again and I'll. do the dishes for a whole month and . I'll clean my room every day and I'll do anything you ask. I'm so sorry, Mom. I love you," Rory said with a puppy face. "I love you too. Just never do that again. I just don't want anything to happen to you. I love you so much," Lorelai said, pulling Rory in for a big hug. A/N- Please add me to your Author Alert and Favorites. I would love to hear your comments and suggestions as well as your criticisms (though if it has to do with making this a Trory, please leave that out). I love the fanbase I have and if it wasn't for you guys, I wouldn't write. Thanks so much to everyone who reviews and reads. Sorry this took so long to write.