Chapter Eight
Meanwhile, at the Elder Gilmore's Residence…Emily sat out on the patio, sipping a glass of iced tea and thinking. Many thoughts crossed her mind, but Lorelai was on the forefront. How could she have gone back to Luke after Emily's talk but not rejoined Friday night dinners? This was absurd. Suddenly, in the bright sunlight, Emily felt she needed to resolve things with Lorelai. Perhaps it was her maternal instinct finally kicking in, or perhaps it was a sense of weariness. Whatever it was, Emily realized that the years of continual fighting had tired her-all she wanted was the perfect life and the perfect family to go along with it.
There had to be some resolution! All the years of bickering and not understanding each other had to have been caused by something. Yes, Emily decided, there had to be a reason for Lorelai's headstrong willfullness. And she could always change reasons. Just look at her reuniting with Richard.
Finally, thirty-six years later, Emily knew there had to be a reason, and she was determined to find the solution. And no one disputed Emily's determination.
As she took another sip of tea, she smiled serenly. Emily Gilmore had just had an epiphany.