The dinner
After talking to her dad and Sherry, and yelling at Jess, Rory needed coffee. So she began searching for the kitchen. After walking around a bit and getting lost a few times, she finally found it.
When Rory walked in she was once again stunned at the beauty and size of the room: The kitchen walls were a creamy white colour. The floor was wood, and so were all the cupboards. The kicthen counter was white marble and in the middle of the room was an island.
Around the island stood three people. When Rory opened the door the all turned around and looked at her. It was a man and two women. It was obvious that the man was the cook, and the two women were the maids.
"Ms. Hayden, can we help you?" one of the maids asked. She was a short woman looked to be around 50 years old; she had brown hair that was turning grey and she had a friendly face. She looked sweet, but also a little tired.
The other maid looked very young, she couldn't be much more than a few years older than Rory, making her around 20 or so. She was a bit taller than the first maid was, but still shorter than Rory. She looked a little scared when Rory came in.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything, I just wanted some coffee."
"That's okay, Miss, you didn't interrupt anything. And you really didn't have to come all the way down here. You could just have called on the intercom and asked for some coffee," the chef replied while smiling kindly. Rory could hear that he wasn't from America. His accent sounded Italian and he also looked mediterranean. He appeared to be around her father's age, he had black short hair, he was tall and his skin was a tad darker than the others were.
"Oh, I know. It's just; I don't like making others do what I can do myself. And besides, I'm sure you guys have enough work. And I'm use to making my own coffee. Soooo, if you could just show me were the coffee machine is." She looked at them and expected them to laugh at her, but they just looked back at her and smiled. Not an I'm-about-to-laugh-my-ass-of kind of smile, but a that's-cute-and-I-like-you kind of smile.
The cook pointed over to the kitchen counter on Rory's left. It turned out that it wasn't just a normal coffee machine but a high-tech machine. After looking at it for a while, trying to figure out how that thing works, she gave up.
"Please help me! I can't get this damn thing to work and I'm in desperate need of some coffee!"
"Here Miss, let me show you."
After showing her how the machine worked, the chef introduced himself as Pablo. Then he introduced the old maid as Grete, and the other whose name was Natasha.
Rory stayed the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen, talking and getting to know the help.
When Rory came down to the dining room, everybody else was already there. After eating in silence for a while, Lorelai tried to break the tension.
"What do you think of your room, Rory?"
"It's fine," was the snappy reply.
Even though Lorelai hate to be talked to like that, she decided not to comment on it.
"What do you think about Hartford so far?"
"It's fine." Rory didn't even look at Lorelai while answering her questions. That was it; Lorelai had tried to be polite and she had tried to talk to her daughter. But Rory wouldn't even look at her.
Lorelai stood abruptly, and half yelled:
"That's it! I've had it with your attitude. I've tried to be polite and ignore the fact that you are showing me no respect whatsoever, but I've had it. I want an apology right now!" Luke, Charlie and Hannah all look worried. They had never seen Lorelai lose her temper like this. But the hard tone did not concern Rory very much, she said in a mock voice,
"Sorry."
"Let's try that again, and this time like you mean it," Lorelai demanded. Rory stood also and looked Lorelai directly in the eyes.
"Why should I apologise?"
"Because I'm your mother, and you are being disrespectful to me!"
"YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER! We may share blood, but that doesn't make you my mother." With that Rory left and went up to her room, with tears rolling down her cheeks.
For a while Lorelai just stood there looking at where Rory had been, then without saying a word to anyone, she also left the room.
When Lorelai got up to Rory's room, she could hear the faint sobbing. She went into the room without knocking. Rory was sitting in the middle of the bed, crying.
Lorelai walked over and sat down beside her. After Rory had stopped crying, she turned her head and looked at Lorelai. She just sat there, studying the woman that she had hated for so long, but also the woman that she had missed. Because deep down Rory knew that she had missed Lorelai, no matter if she would admit to it or not.
"I'm sorry," she said so quietly that Lorelai almost didn't hear it.
Lorelai turned so that she faced Rory. She drew a deep breath and started talking.
"It's okay. You shouldn't be the one saying sorry, I should." Lorelai took a moment to look at Rory's reaction but when she did not get any, she continued. "I'm truly sorry! I know that I shouldn't have acted so immature and ignored you, but I did. And for that I'm truly sorry. I know that you probably didn't even want to come here this summer. But I'm glad that you decided to come. I was hoping that we could use this summer to get to know each other. I'm not naïve enough to believe that you will forgive me, just because we spent one summer together. But I was hoping that this could be a start. So... do you think that we could at least try to get along for the summer? Try and build a relationship?" Rory studied her mother's face. She could tell that Lorelai was being completely sincere; she could also she the hope in her mother's eyes.
After thinking for awhile, Rory slowly nodded.
"Okay, but it's going to take a lot. And we are pobably going to fight a couple more times. But we can try." Lorelai nodded happily before they both went down to join the rest of the family and their dinner.
Okay, this chapter should have better spelling than the last. Please review if you feel that you have something to say, good or bad I'll take it.
