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"So..."

"So?"

On both ends of the table, eyes were judging them. In reality no one was past the point of so, they were just wondering what they were doing there at the cafe. Rory had a point for getting her mother to meet her there but the point was lost as they sat, staring down at their coffee. She should break the silence. She had decided that she was going to do that, it was only fair, but as she opened her mouth, unexpected words tumbled out.

"I eloped."

"What?"

"What?"

The voice wasn't hers. Someone wasn't hearing right. That had to be the case, because Rory was sure that her mother did not just announce that she had eloped. It was from another table or her mind playing tricks on her, but as her eyes scanned the room for tables of mothers and daughters who would possibly have someone that eloped recently, she only found old men reading Time magazine, and a single mother wiping her baby's mouth, a baby wipe in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She must have been sound of mind, but she was not sure if she was pleased by it or not. Maybe it was best that she went back to the issue.

"You didn't. You have been engaged for a year. We have been making plans, looking at churches, and comparing flowers. The bridesmaids are wearing lavender." She spoke as though her mother had been suffering from amnesia. Lorelai was obviously thinking of something else or the stress from the whole event had gotten to her and she was going crazy. That was it...or not. Why hadn't she thought of it before? Why didn't she look down at her hand? Sure enough, Rory's eyes wandered to her mother's left hand, and her only response was to place both of her hands on the surface of the table, palm down.

"Is that a ring?" She felt her mother's hand take hers with interest and stretch her arm across the table for a better inspection. Rory let her without any interruption. Someone would have thought she was dead if had she not released a deep breath out of frustration. "It is a ring! You could buy an island with that. You could by an island and a midget that likes to pull guns on people." Lorelai continued to admire the ring, or atleast that was what most people would call it. Rory was sure that she was just storing information to bring up the next time she found a reason to declare her hatred for Logan.

Wait, she thought to herself, a frown from inside her head gradually making its presence known on her face. With little warning, she yanked her hand back to her side of the table. "I had to invite you for coffee for you to tell me that I have a stepfather? I thought you would have at least told me, your daughter." She noted her mother's open mouth ready to jump to her own defense, but Rory was not interested in hearing her side of things. Not now. "Inconsiderate. You have to be the most inconsiderate person to do something so…so childish! Do you know how much money has been wasted? Do you realize that Sookie could have been spending more time with her family if you did not make her waste all of her time on getting menus ready and letting you sample food for a wedding that wasn't going to happen?"

A role reversal if there ever was, and both of them realized it. Rory was beginning to think that she had overstepped the daughter boundary, though she knew that she had every right to lash out at her mother. But while Rory kept her thoughts in her head, Lorelai, visibly taken aback, spoke only a few words. "I'm sorry, Emily." She left Rory to think over what had just happened between them. "The nail in the coffin," she whispered to herself. But Lorelai could not respond, she could neither confirm nor deny it. Although Rory was hoping that her mother would turn back around and hug her, she heard the tiny bell above the door confirm her suspicion. Lorelai was gone, and she was not sure when they would see each other again.