Dinner was so full of meaningless, forced small talk that both Lorelais
thought they would choke. Afterwards, thy drove their respective cars out
to the highway and pulled off into a driveway out of sight. Sure enough, it
wasn't long before Emily's car was spotted leaving her former residence.
Back in Stars Hollow, Rory insisted on talking about poetry. "So," she asked, "Any promising starts? I saw the picture on the fridge. Clever."
"Yeah, I thought so. I do have one written but it's not very good and it doesn't even rhyme."
"Well, let me see it?"
Lorelai pulled the folded poem out of her pocket, then said, "No. I don't think this is appropriate for virgin eyes like yours." While speaking, she had quickly extended the poem towards Rory, and then yanked it back again.
"Come on, give it up!" Rory whined.
"No!" Lorelai stood up off the couch and too two steps away from her. Rory followed. Soon, Rory was chasing her mother around the house, narrowly avoiding several near catastrophes involving breakable items.
The pursuit ended when Lorelai ran into her still chaotic room and held the door shut.
"Please let me in, Mommy. I promise I won't put your name on it when I post it on the Internet."
The door opened a crack and Rory stuck her head in. She looked around the room for a moment, and then looked towards her mother expectantly. Lorelai handed her the poem in defeat, then sat down on the unmade bed. She had a lot of explaining to do.
***
[Saturday, 10:30 AM, Luke's diner.]
Kirk sat on a small table with a plate full of untouched food. He was staring intently at a piece of paper next to his plate, with a pen in his hand. When Lorelai walked in he started speaking. She could only assume he was addressing her.
"My girlfriend and I are in couples therapy. I have to write down things that I love about my girlfriend."
Sheer morbid curiosity made Lorelai glance over at his list. On the top he had 'My Girlfriend' written in big letters and underlined. The first bullet said 'she's my girlfriend' next to it. Another bullet was drawn on the second line, but nothing was written by it.
~Good thing he doesn't have to write these poems, ~ she thought to herself.
Rory and Lane had met up outside the diner. Lane was on her way to work, and Rory was getting breakfast with her mom.
"Do you ever wonder why we drive on parkways and park on driveways?" Lane asked.
"Do you ever wonder why people ask questions that there are no answers to?" Rory responded wittily.
Lorelai sat at a table and Luke came to take her order. Lorelai answered briefly and avoided eye contact. Rory joined them partway through this awkward encounter.
"And for you, Rory?" Luke seemed glad for the distraction.
"Two pancakes, two eggs, two pieces of bacon, two sausage..."
"Would you like two glasses of orange juice to go with that?"
"Um..." Rory pretended that it was a hard decision to make, "I guess one will do for now."
"Coming right up." Luke retreated without looking at or speaking to Lorelai again.
"What's gotten into him?" Rory asked.
"I don't know..." Lorelai was only half paying attention to her daughter. She was looking at Luke's ass again.
Back in Stars Hollow, Rory insisted on talking about poetry. "So," she asked, "Any promising starts? I saw the picture on the fridge. Clever."
"Yeah, I thought so. I do have one written but it's not very good and it doesn't even rhyme."
"Well, let me see it?"
Lorelai pulled the folded poem out of her pocket, then said, "No. I don't think this is appropriate for virgin eyes like yours." While speaking, she had quickly extended the poem towards Rory, and then yanked it back again.
"Come on, give it up!" Rory whined.
"No!" Lorelai stood up off the couch and too two steps away from her. Rory followed. Soon, Rory was chasing her mother around the house, narrowly avoiding several near catastrophes involving breakable items.
The pursuit ended when Lorelai ran into her still chaotic room and held the door shut.
"Please let me in, Mommy. I promise I won't put your name on it when I post it on the Internet."
The door opened a crack and Rory stuck her head in. She looked around the room for a moment, and then looked towards her mother expectantly. Lorelai handed her the poem in defeat, then sat down on the unmade bed. She had a lot of explaining to do.
***
[Saturday, 10:30 AM, Luke's diner.]
Kirk sat on a small table with a plate full of untouched food. He was staring intently at a piece of paper next to his plate, with a pen in his hand. When Lorelai walked in he started speaking. She could only assume he was addressing her.
"My girlfriend and I are in couples therapy. I have to write down things that I love about my girlfriend."
Sheer morbid curiosity made Lorelai glance over at his list. On the top he had 'My Girlfriend' written in big letters and underlined. The first bullet said 'she's my girlfriend' next to it. Another bullet was drawn on the second line, but nothing was written by it.
~Good thing he doesn't have to write these poems, ~ she thought to herself.
Rory and Lane had met up outside the diner. Lane was on her way to work, and Rory was getting breakfast with her mom.
"Do you ever wonder why we drive on parkways and park on driveways?" Lane asked.
"Do you ever wonder why people ask questions that there are no answers to?" Rory responded wittily.
Lorelai sat at a table and Luke came to take her order. Lorelai answered briefly and avoided eye contact. Rory joined them partway through this awkward encounter.
"And for you, Rory?" Luke seemed glad for the distraction.
"Two pancakes, two eggs, two pieces of bacon, two sausage..."
"Would you like two glasses of orange juice to go with that?"
"Um..." Rory pretended that it was a hard decision to make, "I guess one will do for now."
"Coming right up." Luke retreated without looking at or speaking to Lorelai again.
"What's gotten into him?" Rory asked.
"I don't know..." Lorelai was only half paying attention to her daughter. She was looking at Luke's ass again.