sigh I'm a failure when it comes to reaching a deadline.. I think I should give up my hopes and dreams of being a journalist if it's gonna keep happening this way. I have to be out of my house in an hour so I should hurry up and write this cuz when I get home I have hours of homework to do and wont have time yay hehe okay so.. I'm three days late and still have no idea what to write about.. So this chapter is probably doomed.


A few day's after Lorelai's experience with Emily, and Lorelai had decided she could never make things okay with her, the phone rang.

"Hello?" Lorelai answered, not knowing who was on the other side.

"Good, Lorelai. I'm throwing a party this Friday night, and I wanted to know if you'd be able to attend...Rory too of course." Emily told Lorelai, as if nothing had happened, as if all these years they had been in touch, and nothing happened just a few days ago. Lorelai played along.

"I guess so." Lorelai said, very unenthusiastic.

"Great then, I'll see tomorrow at 7:00."

"Great" Lorelai said, still with absolutely no enthusiasm. She hung up the phone and sunk herself into the couch, thinking about what had just happened. As Lorelai let it settle in, Rory came walking into the living room. Lorelai looked at her, "Hey Rory, do you wanna go visit your grandma again tomorrow night?" Remembering what had happened just a few days back, Rory was skeptical.

"Why?" She asked, before giving a definite answer.

"She just called; she's throwing a party, she want to know if we wanted to come."

"A party for what?" Rory asked, still unsure if her mother was up to something.

"Probably some DAR thing.." Lorelai trailed off, realizing she didn't even know what the party was for.

"DAR?" Rory was a smart kid, but she wasn't around people like her grandmother regularly. She could tell you the meanings of words, many high school kids probably couldn't tell you, she loved to read, even at the age of 4.

"Daughter's of the American Revolution. It's an organization where woman just like your grandmother sit around, and organize parties for more people, just like your grandmother." Lorelai explained, horribly. Rory shook her head, understanding Lorelai probably didnt want to go.

"Whatever you want." She finally said. Although she knew her mother didn't want to go, she really wanted to go and get to know her grandmother.

"Then we're going," Lorelai said, a huge, transparent, fake smile plastered to her face. Rory nodded, with a smile.

The next night Lorelai stalled as much as she could as she prepared to get ready to go to her mothers house. Hoping that tonight wouldn't be a repeat of what had happened on Monday, Lorelai finally walked outside with Rory close behind her. She sat in her car for about a full minute before she put her key in the ignition and turned it. She drove 5 miles below the speed limit the whole way to Hartford, and say in her car another full minute when they arrived in front of the Gilmore mansion.

"Are you ready, kiddo?" She asked, after their uncomfortably silent ride. Rory nodded with a smile. It was at that moment that Lorelai noticed that hers was the only car in the driveway, besides Richard and Emily's. 'What is she up to?' Lorelai asked herself, already knowing the answer. She and Rory walked slowly up to the door.

"We don't have to go, Mom" Rory finally said to her mom, knowing how much Lorelai didn't want to ring the doorbell, only an inch or two from her finger. Lorelai looked down and Rory, and as she was about to tell her it was alright, the door flew opened.

"Where have you been? You're almost an hour late!" Emily said frantically.

"Nice to see you too Mom," Lorelai said, as she took off her and Rory's coat and hung them on a coat rack. "So, where's the party?" Lorelai asked, still sarcastically, making her way to the living room where Richard was sitting reading the paper.

"Oh.. The event it was sponsoring was cancelled, so it seemed silly to still throw a party." Emily made up a ridiculous, and unbelievable excuse.

"I see," Lorelai said, still not buying it.

"Yes. So, what would you like to drink?" Emily asked, attempted to change the subject.

"So, if the party was cancelled, why were we still invited?" Lorelai asked, determined not to let Emily change the subject.

"I just thought it would be nice to see my daughter and my granddaughter, is there something wrong with that?" Emily asked, insulted.

"No, it's just we haven't seen you in quite a few years."

"Well, that wasn't my doing." Emily said in her defense, and Lorelai was silenced. "So, what would you like to drink?" Emily asked once again.

"Martini," Lorelai told her.

"And is a glass of soda alright for you, Rory?" Emily asked, sweetly. Rory nodded her head.

"So, how's school?" Emily asked, as she came walking back with her drinks in her hand. By this time, Richard's paper was no longer in front of his face. The evening carried out like a typical Friday night dinner would have. Emily, Richard, Lorelai and Rory all sat talking casually, not daring to bring up once again, how weird it was to be sitting so casually together, for the first time in years. They sat and talked, ate dinner, and also a dessert, and still no Lorelai bashing.

"Thank you for dinner Mom, but we really should be going." Lorelai told her mother as they began to retire to the living room.

"Oh, alright," Emily said, trying to hide that she was hurt.

"Goodbye," Rory said, with a huge smile. Then, both Rory and Lorelai picked up their coats and walked out the door. The night had gone a lot better than Lorelai had expected, and surprisingly she was exiting her parent's house happily. She was not ready to explode, and she did not feel like she had been bashed all night, she was happy.

"So, did you have fun, kid?" Lorelai asked Rory.

"Yes," Rory said her smile still firmly on her face.

"Good," Lorelai said. "Me too." She was happy to see how happy her daughter was.

Meanwhile, inside the Gilmore house, the mood was quite different.

"She doesn't need us anymore." Emily whispered, as the door shut behind Lorelai.

"She hasn't needed us for a very long time." Richard said, trying to sound comforting.

"She raised Rory all on her own. She raised that girl wonderfully." Emily was now fighting back tears. Despite the fact that she couldn't help but be happy to see her daughter and granddaughter, and have a pleasant evening with them, she was feeling useless as a mother. Her job was officially done.


Okie, I hope you all liked it. Ignore the top and about how.. it's only 3 days late cuz.. well now it's 8 days late. I know, I know. Oh well. Anyway, this coming week is once again Hell Week. Masque and Mime stuff should be calming down until December after this coming week, so chapters will be coming more often, and on time. Okay, so I'm setting my new deadline for.. November 26. So.. expect one by December 1. tehehe