Chapter 11: Family Reunion: Grandparents Part 1
At Chilton...
Logan was lost in his thoughts. In addition to the fact that he was still trying to figure out what his French assignment was for the next class (unfortunately the assignment had been given in French and it had sounded more like gibberish to Logan), he was worried about Heather. Heather hadn't been the same since she had found out the truth. She wouldn't talk about it even if Logan pushed. In fact, she was avoiding the subject altogether. Logan looked up and was startled to see a familiar yet unexpected face in the hallway.
"Logan, how wonderful to see you!"
"Richard, what are you doing here at Chilton?"
"Oh I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I'd drop by. Listen, that delightful girl you were with at our party—I think Heather was her name…"
The thought sprung to Logan's mind immediately–Richard knew. But how?
"Richard, you didn't seem to find her all that interesting before. Why now?"
"Oh, no reason. I was just wondering. Actually, I wanted to stop in and talk with Headmaster Charleston. Nice talking to you again Logan."
With that, Richard Gilmore hurried off. Logan stood in place–in shock for a moment. Richard knew the truth. Somehow he knew the truth. Immediately, his thoughts turned to Heather. How would she handle confronting her grandparents—or more specifically the woman that had sold her at birth? How would... Suddenly, he realized what he had to do. He quickly set off down the hallway. He walked at a fast clip until he reached his English teacher's office. He knocked on the door quietly.
"Mr. Medina? Do you have a minute?"
"Of course Mr. Huntzberger, please sit down. Is this about the upcoming paper?"
Logan took a deep breath. "Um no, it's something personal. Listen, Mr. Medina, Heather has told me everything."
Max nodded.
"I think there's something that you and your wife should be aware of. Last week, I took Heather to a party—old friends of my parents—Richard and Emily Gilmore. Obviously at that point, I didn't realize that they were Heather's grandparents. I think they know. Richard came here today asking questions about Heather and…."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Thank you for coming to me with this Logan. I really appreciate it."
"Listen, Mr. Medina, I'm going to tell Heather we talked. I think she has a right to know."
"I agree."
Max picked up his cell phone as Logan left the room, "Hi, it's me. We have a problem. Your parents somehow know. Logan Huntzberger–Heather's boyfriend-- took Heather to a party at their house last week and they must have noticed the striking resemblance between you two."
A short while later at the Gilmore house…
"Hello, Emily."
"Lorelai, welcome come in. Listen, I have wonderful news for you."
"What?"
"I found her. I found Rory. Everything's going to be fine now."
"I already found her Emily. I'm sorry but you don't get to take the credit for this one."
"How? I mean…"
"Max figured it out Emily."
"But now we can be a family again…"
"Don't you dare! Don't you dare pretend that this excuses what you did. I told you before that I would never forgive you!"
"Lorelai, don't speak to your mother that way!"
"Dad, you have no idea what she did, do you?"
"Lorelai, what on earth are you talking about? We should be rejoicing—Rory's ok."
"Ask Emily why Rory wasn't with us all along Dad. Ask Emily why I left that night."
"Emily, what is Lorelai talking about?"
Emily remained silent.
"Tell him Emily! Tell him or I will!"
"Lorelai, please it's been so many years do the details really matter…"
"They matter to me, Emily. You sold her! You sold Rory. You paid that maid to take her and never come back."
"Emily, is this true?"
"Richard, please I can explain I…"
"Tell me you didn't do it."
"I can't."
"Then I have nothing further to say to you. Get OUT! I never want to see you ever again!"