Chapter 24: Homecomings Sure Have Changed Since I Was A Kid
When Luke neared home, he wasn't surprised to see Lorelai's SUV gone. Since seven a.m. this morning, he had tried to reach Lorelai at home and on her cell about a hundred times, with no luck. The cell went straight to voice mail and after the first three calls to the home phone, the answering machine didn't even pick up. If only he could talk to Lorelai, so he could explain everything.
Luke parked his truck and got out. He looked inside at his duffle and considered taking it with him inside, but decided against it. He shut the truck door and nervously headed for the house.
As he neared the house, he felt by the look of things that that no one was home, but just to be safe, he thought it wise to knock on the door. He felt strange knocking on his own door and hoped that Babette didn't look out and see him.
After a moment, when no one answered the door, he took out his keys and let himself in. "Hello?" he called as he stuck his head inside. When he got no response, he entered the house.
Sitting on the far side of the foyer, he saw a suitcase, with a folded piece of paper sitting on top. As he neared the suitcase, he could see his name on the paper. He sighed as he picked up the paper and carried it to the kitchen, where he pulled out a chair, and sat down.
With a feeling of foreboding, Luke unfolded the paper. He recognized Lorelai's handwriting as he began to read.
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Dear Luke, aka two-timing cheating guy.
I hate you and I never want to see you again. I am not home now (duh), but I will return later, and I expect you to be gone by then. I have packed some of your things, but I suggest that you check for anything else that might be yours and take it with you, because if I find it after tonight, I'll throw it out.
When you leave, please leave your keys on the kitchen table and lock the door behind you.
Do not try and see me. Do not call me, at home, work, my cell, or anywhere else. Just to be clear, do not try and call me ever, ever, ever. Don't even think about me, or about talking to me. Doing so risks injury to the "boys". I think you know me well enough that I do not make idle threats.
Love, (NOT) Lorelai, aka glad-to-be-your-ex.
P.S. Have a nice day, you bastard.
P.P.S By the way, incase you haven't figured it out, the wedding is off.
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All day, Luke had feared the worse, and now that his fears were confirmed, he wasn't sure what to do. Obviously, Lorelai was upset. Maybe in a couple of days, she would calm down enough so he could explain.
When Luke neared home, he wasn't surprised to see Lorelai's SUV gone. Since seven a.m. this morning, he had tried to reach Lorelai at home and on her cell about a hundred times, with no luck. The cell went straight to voice mail and after the first three calls to the home phone, the answering machine didn't even pick up. If only he could talk to Lorelai, so he could explain everything.
Luke parked his truck and got out. He looked inside at his duffle and considered taking it with him inside, but decided against it. He shut the truck door and nervously headed for the house.
As he neared the house, he felt by the look of things that that no one was home, but just to be safe, he thought it wise to knock on the door. He felt strange knocking on his own door and hoped that Babette didn't look out and see him.
After a moment, when no one answered the door, he took out his keys and let himself in. "Hello?" he called as he stuck his head inside. When he got no response, he entered the house.
Sitting on the far side of the foyer, he saw a suitcase, with a folded piece of paper sitting on top. As he neared the suitcase, he could see his name on the paper. He sighed as he picked up the paper and carried it to the kitchen, where he pulled out a chair, and sat down.
With a feeling of foreboding, Luke unfolded the paper. He recognized Lorelai's handwriting as he began to read.
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Dear Luke, aka two-timing cheating guy.
I hate you and I never want to see you again. I am not home now (duh), but I will return later, and I expect you to be gone by then. I have packed some of your things, but I suggest that you check for anything else that might be yours and take it with you, because if I find it after tonight, I'll throw it out.
When you leave, please leave your keys on the kitchen table and lock the door behind you.
Do not try and see me. Do not call me, at home, work, my cell, or anywhere else. Just to be clear, do not try and call me ever, ever, ever. Don't even think about me, or about talking to me. Doing so risks injury to the "boys". I think you know me well enough that I do not make idle threats.
Love, (NOT) Lorelai, aka glad-to-be-your-ex.
P.S. Have a nice day, you bastard.
P.P.S By the way, incase you haven't figured it out, the wedding is off.
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All day, Luke had feared the worse, and now that his fears were confirmed, he wasn't sure what to do. Obviously, Lorelai was upset. Maybe in a couple of days, she would calm down enough so he could explain.