The Gilmore-Grey Union
Book III: The Dinner
By Michael Weyer
POV: Lorelai
We're all a little quiet after Amy's little speech. Once more, I'm struck by how she and I could really be good friends. Well, provided we don't turn into the Hatfields and the McCoys after all this is said and done.
Having Dad be more friendly with Maxine is a great bonus. I was really worried he'd get all judgmental and overprotective about Rory but Maxine seems to have a way to soothe men. Pisses the hell out of Mom but then again, it's not exactly like teaching Paris Hilton calculus.
From what I can gather, this Peter is a bit more tightly wound than his brother. As for his wife, Gillian…well, if she was more tightly wound, she'd be a corset on Delta Burke. As for Bruce…let's just be grateful Miss Patty isn't here or we'd be treated to a Kim Catrell/Tyane Diggs moment.
Whoa, that's an image that'll linger. Better move to present times.
Dad is trying to be the diplomat here. "Ah, Maxine, what happened to that center you were trying to set up? Teen Harbor?"
"Oh, it's still around," she answers. "I've sort of…fallen out of the management of it is all."
I can sense Mom about to pry and move on. "So, Mom, are we going to get some grub or what?"
She wrinkles her nose. "We do not do 'grub,' Lorelai. The chef is preparing our meals now. We're just waiting."
Dad frowns at her. "Waiting for what?"
Mom just sips her drink and a chill descends on me. Something about her is setting off the alarms. "Mom…we're all here, we can go in to eat."
"Actually, Lorelai, we are not all here," she says. "I'm expecting another guest."
Dad seems surprised. "Another guest? You didn't tell me that."
Mom shrugs. "I just felt we needed to have someone here who has just as big a say as the rest of us in all this."
"Like who?" I demand.
She looks at me and the corners of her lips turn up slightly. It's that smile she makes usually when she's thinking about…
Oh, no.
Oh, please no.
She's not that crazy. Please, God, Buddha, Allah, Odin, Oprah, don't let her be that crazy!
The doorbell rings and I find myself looking to it. I hear the maid speaking and then I hear that voice.
She is that crazy.
God help us all, she really is that crazy.
The maid enters and he's right behind her, smiling that wide smile at us all. "Hi, it's good to be here."
"And it's good to have you back here," Mom says, smiling. She's the only one who is. The Greys and Bruce are confused, Dad is shocked and I'm sure Luke and Rory have the same horrified looks on our faces.
He looks at us, then glares at Vincent. "So…you're the one, huh?"
"Who are you?" he asks.
"Christopher Hayden. I'm Rory's father."
It's every man for himself from here on out, folks.