When Rory got to the apartment she found that Logan wasn't there. She looked around for some kind of note or message, a hint as to where he was but found nothing. His jacket was gone and so was he. Rory was concerned and annoyed. She had warned him to be more reliable and she needed to know where he was when he wasn't here. What if something happened to him? He didn't even have a cell phone anymore so there was no way that she could reach him.
Biting her lip in annoyance Rory looked at the clock and inwardly groaned. Great, so not only was Logan not here but she had to get ready to go to Friday night dinner. And she was fighting with her grandparents. Perfect. Just perfect.
She hopped into the shower to freshen up and changed into different clothes. She was still too angry at her grandparents to bother wanting to dress up. Half an hour had passed and still no Logan appeared. Rory waited as long as she could, putting off the moment when she would have to leave. She needed Logan to be there, to say something that would make her feel better. Although he didn't know about the fight she had with her grandparents. Still, it would be nice not to have to worry about him too with everything going on.
Finally, unable to wait she left a quick note on her door and headed out.
Rory stood on the doorstep, willing herself to ring the doorbell and put this evening behind her as fast as possible. But she wouldn't move. She dreaded having to talk to her grandparents, dreaded more that they would talk about Logan, say any of those things again that had hurt her so much the last time. And worse that she owed them, she owed them money and gratitude so she couldn't say what she was thinking. She would have to sit there and listen to everything they wanted to say and deal with it.
Finally Rory took a deep breath and pushed the doorknob, flinching a little at the loud sound that followed.
The maid opened the door and took her coat. And there was grandma, looking at Rory somewhat coldly. She did her patented 'of course there is nothing wrong' act with so much ice in that Rory was sure this was how her mother had felt growing up.
Rory sat cautiously on the end of the couch, waiting for the time to be up when she could leave. It had never felt so uncomfortable here. And Rory was determined not to apologize. Her grandparents were wrong to talk about Logan that way, especially since not too long before they had welcomed him into their house, and practically had the two of them married with kids. Her stomach twisted when she thought about Logan and what he was doing. Why hadn't he left a note?
Her grandfather didn't look up from his newspaper, as if wanting to avoid Rory all together. Finally Emily came into the room as well, bringing Rory a coke.
"So how is school?" Emily made the perfunctory polite conversation.
"Fine Grandma." Rory said tightly, between clenched teeth.
"Your classes going well?"
"Yes."
"Did you get rid of that insufferable dandy?"
"If you mean Logan, than no." Rory said with ire.
"Rory I know you think we are horrible and we just want to interfere with your life but you need to be aware of who you are friends with. Your friends can influence the rest of your life. You don't want to be tied down to someone who will never amount to anything."
"Grandma if you are going to talk about Logan then I'm going to leave. He doesn't deserve to be spoken of that way, and besides I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions."
"Fine. If you know everything than date Logan, marry him, but count on it you will be throwing your life away for someone who will probably skip out on you the first time a better offer comes along."
Rory stood up quickly, about to walk out but she swallowed her anger and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. She didn't want to fight with her grandparents but she couldn't believe they could be so judgmental about someone they had liked before.
It seemed like an eternity before the maid came in to announce that dinner was ready. They ate in virtual silence, no one wanting to speak or apologize, but somehow Rory made it through dinner.
She didn't want to drag the evening on with desert so she stood up after eating dinner. "Grandma, grandpa, I've got lots of homework, I have to go."
"Bye Rory." said Richard, more or less pleasantly.
"See you next week." Emily said looking meaningfully at the girl.
Rory nodded, took her coat from the maid and left. She hoped that Logan would be waiting when she got back because it had been a hell of a night and she could use some comfort.