Chapter 21: Lorelai and Christopher

The next day...

Michel Girard was sitting at the desk of the Independence Inn. Overall it had been a quiet peaceful day so far. Ever since Lorelai Medina had hired him to be the new concierge, his days had generally been anything but relatively quiet. Lorelai had hired an excellent chef, but the woman talked and chattered constantly. The fact that she could not seem to be in a quiet room bothered Michel. He craved the quiet moments where he could go on peacefully with his job without being constantly interrupted by Sookie or crazy guests. That was why he particularly unhappy to see a visibly upset man come stomping into the door.

"Can I help you?" He asked with his usual air of French snobbiness and disdain.

"Where is she?"

"I'm sorry sir but you'll have to be more specific," he replied with his heavy French accent.

"Where is she!" The man asked, growing increasingly more agitated.

"Sir do I look like a mind reader to you?"

"Look where is Lorelai?"

"Now was that really so hard? If you had only..."

"Oh forget it. LORELAI!" he screamed. "LORELAI WHERE ARE YOU?"

Lorelai Medina popped her head out from the kitchen where she and Sookie had been going over this evening's menu to make sure the last minute preparations were all in place.

"Michel, what's going on out here?"

Suddenly she stopped, noticing Christopher for the first time. "What are you doing here?" She said coldly.

"Can I kick him out?" Michel asked trying to hide the note of glee from his voice.

"Please do so. I don't want him ever on the property of this inn ever again."

"With pleasure," Michel nodded with a smirk.

"Lorelai, what did you tell her?"

"I told her the truth Christopher. Sometimes the truth hurts, doesn't it?"

"She hates me Lorelai. She never wants to see me again. How could you..."

"How could I? Maybe you've forgotten but you're the one who abandoned me 16 years ago. Did you know that for more than a year after it happened that I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I had nightmares when I did fall asleep. I bet you didn't have trouble sleeping at night did you Christopher?"

Christopher was silent.

Suddenly, Lorelai's mind clicked—"Wait! Did you go see her?"

Christopher nodded.

"Oh my God, I have to go to her. She must be so upset. Michel, please escort this gentleman to the door."

With that, Lorelai ran out the door of the inn as Michel, not so politely but nevertheless with great joy, showed Christopher the door to the inn.

Lorelai ran most of the way to Luke's Diner and was out of breath by the time she made it there. She opened the door and saw Luke standing behind the counter. Their eyes met and immediately Luke understood the reason she was there.

"She's upstairs," he said quietly. "I think she's doing better but it wouldn't hurt for you to go up and check on her."

Lorelai nodded. "What did he say to her?"

"He tried to make excuses for what he did but she wouldn't listen. Actually, she was more angry at him for what he did to you then what he did to her."

"I don't think I understand."

"Lorelai, your daughter has come to care very deeply for you whether she has told you or not. I suppose it's partly my fault...I'm not very good with expressing emotion."

"Neither am I," Lorelai responded softly with tears in her eye. "Thank you for telling me."

With that, she went upstairs to check on her daughter.