Presenting … Lucas Danes?
By GilmoreGirl1979 (the Reigning Quote Queen)
Provider of Quality FAN FICTION
R/R: yes please I love reviews; I wanna marry them (as previously stated, I have strange passions.)
Friendly disclaimer: I REJECT ASP's/DR's REALITY AND SUBSTITUTE MY OWN! NO HARM NO SUE!
FEATURED BETA: LOCALIZY
Dialogue borrowed from 2.17 - Dead Uncles and Vegetables / written by Daniel Palladino / directed by Jamie Babbit
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Chapter 35:
Crazy How You Make It All Alright
Lorelai woke up at the spa, but this time Luke was still with her in bed. She smiled, cuddled closer to him, the man she was in love with, and, like the night before, she watched him considering herself lucky to have him.
Luke stirred and when he found her watching him grumbled, "You know I hate it when you watch me sleep."
"Why?"
"It's creepy."
"It's not creepy, I'm just lucky to have you is all," she said, while kissing his neck.
"So what's on your agenda today?" Luke asked.
"Well, I was thinking we could have breakfast, and then we could make love, have a snack, make love again…."
"What about your spa treatments?"
"Eh, I like what we do together better."
"You know we do have to go back to the real world at some point."
"Check out isn't till noon."
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When they returned to Stars Hollow, Rory noticed right away how Luke and Lorelai seemed even more in love, if that was even possible. Her first clue was the never-ending goodbye kiss on the front porch. It only ended when Babette had come outside for the fifth time. The first time she came out, Babette was putting out Apricot, the second time she had gotten the mail, the third time she brought Apricot back in, only to bring her back out again. When she came out a fifth time with a spray bottle and rag to clean her gnomes, Luke and Lorelai knew they had better call it quits.
"I got to check on the progress of the apartment, pick up Jess. You know…"
"Okay," Lorelai felt all warm and mushy inside. "I'll see you for dinner tomorrow?" Lorelai asked, not wanting to let go of his hands.
"Alright," he kissed her again.
Rory saw how her mother seemed to float into the house. "Mom?"
"Hmm?" Lorelai happily went through bills, still high off her wonderful weekend.
Rory didn't want her mother to freak out but wanted to know if there had been a major development in the relationship since Luke and Lorelai had truly been alone for just over 48 hours. "Mom? Did something happen?"
"Like what?" she sighed absently.
"Like something I should know about?"
"Huh?" Lorelai finally came out of her trance.
"Like something with you and Luke… that I should know about?" Rory insinuated.
"No, no nothing like that. It was just a nice weekend," she said, still smiling happily.
"Well, did he say it?"
"No," Lorelai went back to her bills.
"Did you?"
"No, but then I'm wondering if we even need to," she said, staring off into the distance.
"What?" Rory's brow furrowed.
"I'm serious," Lorelai assured. "I mean really don't people say those things too much. In movies the characters spend what like 45 minutes together and they are like 'oh I love you forever.' Even if you consider movie time where like people maybe spend a few days together in the story, it still seems unrealistic…"
"So you're just not going to say it at all?" Rory was appalled. She recalled all the trouble between her and Dean when she had been too scared to say it, resulting in a horrible two-month break up.
"I'm not going to obsess over it," Lorelai clarified, "Besides it's not like Luke would ever cheat on me or has a family some where else."
"I guess, but still I think you should…"
"Rory, we show each other every day how we feel by the things we do. We showed it a lot this weekend."
"Okay, stop there please," Rory said, putting her hands over her ears.
"Alright, fine. How was your weekend?" Lorelai asked, glad to be off the subject.
Rory sighed, "Complicated."
"Complicated? How could it be complicated when 'high maintenance me' was out of your hair? I thought you were having simple fest; do laundry, Indian food, fall asleep on the couch…."
"Yeah that was the plan, but there were variables," Rory explained.
"What kind of variables?"
"Paris," Rory admitted right away.
Lorelai sank, "Aw Hon, what did she do?"
"She was wigging out about a test and wanted to have an impromptu study session. Besides, Paris wasn't the only offender, Jess had come over, and then Dean to boot." Granted Paris gave Rory the perfect alibi for Jess being there which made things much easier to explain when Dean surprised her.
"Jess came over?"
"Yeah, he said Luke left instructions to send over study sustenance and then Jess and Paris got into a debate."
Lorelai crossed her arms, "A debate? Huh, well knowing Paris that could take a while."
Rory recycled Paris' lie again only this time to her mother, to cover her ass, "Well, Paris thought she may have liked Jess, so well, when he came over she thought she'd use the opportunity to get to know him and before we knew it they were in a huge debate, we were eating all the food I had ordered, the Indian food and the stuff Luke sent…"
"Hmm, I didn't know Paris had discovered boys," Lorelai thought out loud, though if bookish Rory had the switch suddenly turn on at 16, why should Lorelai be surprised that Paris had a latten delay at 17.
"And well, then Dean came and things just exploded…"
"Why would things be exploding if Dean came over?" Lorelai wanted information; she was still trying to piece the Jess puzzle together.
"Well, he thought I was going to be alone, but he saw Jess and assumed I was cheating on him, so it was the picnic all over again."
"Didn't he see Paris here?"
"Well, yeah, but at first glance it didn't look good."
"Well I'd have to agree."
"Not you too!" Rory cried, irritated that everyone seemed to be overreacting to the friendship between Jess and Rory.
"Well Rory, I'm sorry. It's just you and Jess seem to be thrown together a lot lately."
"Hello, he is your boyfriend's nephew, doesn't it stand to reason that we would see a lot of each other?"
"Well yeah, but just because Luke and I are seeing each other doesn't mean you and Jess have to see each other too."
"You are forbidding me from seeing Jess who is my friend and both of our potential relation?"
"What?"
"Come on Mom, some day you and Luke are going to take the plunge and Jess will be my cousin."
"All I am saying is that for Dean, it just doesn't look good. It seems like you would rather spend time with Jess, rather than your boyfriend."
Rory shook her head, stunned that her mother got so close to her own feelings, "I love Dean, there is nothing to worry about. Tell me more about your weekend, leaving out all the dirty stuff that would traumatize me for life."
The Gilmore girls spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the trip and squealing over the romantic visit to the 60-40 bar.
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Luke had gone to the Inn to discover Jess had already checked out and left for the day. When Luke came to the diner, slightly concerned at where Jess was spending his day, he was surprised to find Richard on the diner steps, looking anxious.
"Richard?"
"Luke? Thank goodness, I was starting to get worried. You should really leave a note on the door if you are going to be late opening."
Luke really didn't want to divulge he had spent the weekend making love to his new friend's daughter, so he made a somewhat weak excuse. "Um sorry, I'm renovating the diner and my apartment and I've been out of town all weekend, to give the guys a chance to work."
"Ah, well a spruce now and then makes good business sense," Richard smiled.
"Well, why don't we head inside and see how they did," Luke said as he fumbled for his keys. He was distracted and trying very hard to purge Lorelai's wanton eyes from his mind in the presence of her father. He cleared his throat again as he thought of her foot in his lap at the bar. "So Richard, what are you doing here? I thought you usually golfed on Sundays."
"Well, I had a few questions about the car. The engine is really a fascinating, and I must say, infuriating contraption. One would think it spits on you on purpose. However, I did want to run another idea past you. I thought we could try. I am getting quite sick of playing golf 5 days a week. A person can only hit a ball so much before it gets tiring. You strike me as a man who spends a lot of time outdoors. What do you do to pass the time outside?"
Luke sighed, wondering what Lorelai would think when she found out her dad was taking up another hobby that was similar to his own. Luke figured that it was a good idea, though, to have a good relationship with his girlfriend's father and began telling him about the cabin he inherited from his father, and the lake where he spent a lot of time fishing with William Danes when he was growing up.
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After Richard had lunch he left to go price angler equipment in order to find the best deal, As he was walking out the door Jess showed up, a book in front of his face.
"Where have you been? I went to the inn to pick you up and you had already checked out."
"Sorry, I was done and I had some errands."
"What kind of errands?" Luke asked suspiciously.
"Uncle Luke what happened to the trust," Jess said sarcastically.
"Jess, come on."
"Well, you're treating me like a little kid again. You left me alone for two days and look," Jess gestured around him, "the apartment, the diner are fine. I even spared burning down Lorelai's inn. I'm not a walking apocalypse anymore." Jess sighed and told his uncle, "Sorry, I had a few library books to return okay. After that I went to the music store and then I came back here; satisfied?"
"Yes."
"Tom left a note in the apartment," Jess said as he grabbed his bags to head up to the apartment.
Luke took his weekend bag and followed his nephew up the stairs, nervous and yet excited to see what had been done in his absence. Luke was impressed with the progress Tom made and made a mental note to tell Lorelai about his new walls.
"Since we are sharing, how was your weekend?" Jess asked Luke, who was moving his stuff into his room.
"Fine." Luke replied distractedly, testing out the door of his new bedroom.
Jess waited expectantly, "Did something happen?"
"Like what?" Luke asked absently, trying to figure out what to do with his bed.
"Did you ask her?"
"Ask her what?" Luke turned and gave his nephew his full attention.
"Man you really are dense," Jess said, shaking his head and moving to his own uncompleted room.
"What?" Luke looked at his nephew wondering what he was missing.
"You go away for a romantic weekend and don't comeback with a fiancée?"
"What? That's not what this weekend was about. Why don't you let me handle my own relationship."
"Suit yourself," Jess shrugged.
Luke knew that tone in Jess' voice all to well as it was the same tone Rachel used when she said don't wait too long to tell her. Here he was a year later, actually in a relationship with Lorelai, and Jess seemed to imply if Luke didn't move quickly Lorelai would get bored and move on.
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Monday mid-morning
This is hell. This must have been what Dante was talking about with those seven levels of hell, because here I am in the inner circle, Lorelai fumed to herself. She was an important busy woman and didn't have time to stand like a statue while her mother made good on her threat to use the Independence inn for her DAR luncheons. Lorelai was certain Emily had only scheduled this tasting while she was out of town as an April Fools prank, to give Lorelai a heart attack on Monday Morning and serve as a revenge for not being able to go on the spa trip with Lorelai. However she initially brushed it off thinking it was some sick April's fool joke by her mother, until her mother arrived at the Inn explained in painful detail that she couldn't help that April Fools fell on the same day as her scheduled tasting. "Haven't you already tasted that one, Mom?" Lorelai asked, attempting to keep her voice as pleasant and professional as possible.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Twice, you've tasted that soup twice."
"You're keeping a running count?" Emily admonished.
"I'm morbidly fascinated."
"Well, Lorelai, when you are tasting anything; the first taste acclimates the palate, the second establishes the foundation, and the third is to make your decision."
Lorelai rolled her eyes, "Oh, there's going to be a third taste."
"Am I not here to taste the soups and decide which one is appropriate for my luncheon? The women in my luncheon are very picky. My God, when the pate at the meeting Heddy Cubbington organized was slightly less chilled than appropriate, she was ostracized for a month," Emily said, hoping to make a point to her daughter how proper people are supposed to act.
Lorelai sighed and used her sure-fire defense against her mother, "Well, that hussy Heddy had it coming. But, seriously Mom, you just need to taste them, not to orally deduce their chemical structures."
"For someone who just spent a weekend at a relaxing pampering spa you are awfully high strung," Emily scolded.
"You know, actually, I've heard that. One taste is to acclimate, two is for foundation, and three to judge," chimed in Sookie, seeing that Lorelai was about to blow up.
"Traitor," Lorelai grumbled to Sookie, "Oh thank God, Scotty is coming," cried Lorelai, thankful that an employee was heading her way, hoping with something to divert her from this private hell.
"Lorelai, please, I am in the middle of a tasting."
Lorelai took the message from Scotty and hurriedly sent him on his way, not wanting more people to be affected by the cold wind called Emily. She watched him walk quickly to the door and envied his escape.
She rolled her eyes yet again at her mother, who was fuming and glaring at her for not stopping Scotty from entering the dining room, "Um, Mom, I got a lot of other things happening here that can't come to a grinding halt for this."
"So your full attention for a short period is too much to ask for as I make a decision."
Lorelai took a deep breath before answering her mother. "Mom, I have an Inn to run. I'm already giving you more attention than I would someone in these circumstances. No one else would get eight separate soups to taste for a lousy DAR..." Lorelai noticed the glare her mother sent her, "Sorry, a not lousy DAR meeting. We only do this for weddings."
"Well, would you like me to pay for the tasting?" she asked bitterly, angry at how flippant her daughter was towards her.
"No, Mom, just decide in this calendar year." OI the work!
Sookie wanted to help Lorelai along so, "Hey, can I . . . I'm sorry. The mushroom is a great choice. It's super popular and it's my Jackson's favorite."
"What's a Jackson?"
"Jackson is my fiancé."
"Oh, you're getting married? I wasn't told," Emily said primly, looking coldly towards Lorelai.
"To the best man in the world," Sookie gushed.
Emily was prim again and spoke coldly to her daughter, "Well Lorelai, it would have been considerate for you to inform me, so that I could offer my best wishes…"
Lorelai rolled her eyes officially ignoring her mother, "Oh hey, while we're on the subject, um, bridesmaids outfits?"
"Ooh, I'm way ahead of you. I've already got a couple of ideas."
"Is one of them having me design and make them so I don't secretly hate what you pick and then harbor a secret grudge against you for the rest of our lives?"
"It is now," Sookie affirmed.
"GREAT, I'll do it!" Lorelai agreed.
Michel entered the dining room, "That fellow's on the phone from the restaurant."
"Who?" Lorelai turned to Michel almost thankful for another interruption to distract her from her mother's tasting.
"The flannel man with the protruding ankles."
"Oh, Luke?" Lorelai asked, pondering Michel's comment about the ankles, not having ever noticed protruding ankles as one of Luke's attributes.
"I forgot his name from the desk to here, that's how memorable he is."
"Okay, thank you." Lorelai latched onto the excuse to leave her mother for a while and followed him out of the dining room.
"Where are you going?" Emily asked indignantly.
"Oh, to talk to Luke."
"Can't you call him back?" Emily cried indignantly, insulted that her daughter would leave her own mother at Luke's beck and call.
"Have your third taste, Mom," Lorelai said as she hurried out of the dining room for fear she would break the Inn's China.
"Lorelai!" Emily called out, but got no response. Angry, she turned towards Sookie and asked, "Is she always this scattered?"
Sookie was surprised by the accusation, "She's the most stable person I know."
"That's very sad. Well, I think you're right, mushroom."
"Okay," Sookie made a note on the menu.
Her decision made, Emily focused on the bride to be, "Sookie, tell me about your wedding."
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Lorelai picked up the phone and in her best flirty voice said, "Hi."
Luke cleared his throat, "Um, yeah, hi."
"May I just say that you are going to get a really nice reward for saving me from a soup tasting with my mother," Lorelai laughed, but was met with silence on the line. "Hello," Lorelai could tell something was off already. "Luke?"
"Um yeah, hi, so, um, how's it going?"
Suddenly wondering if he had even heard a word about his reward from saving her from Emily she neutrally said, "Pretty good, pretty good. How's things with you?"
"Oh, not bad. Dropped some eggs."
"Bummer," she laughed half-heartedly at her boyfriend, dying to know why he sounded so distracted.
"Hazard of the business," Luke shrugged. "Am I catching you at a bad time?"
"Oh, no, not at all, did I mention that you're actually saving me from my mother," she said, glaring back toward the dining room.
"Yeah um well, glad to be of service," Luke cleared his throat again.
"Honey? Are you getting a cold?"
"Umm, no, why?"
"It's just you keep doing that, that 'I'm so uncomfortable' clearing the throat thing, is something wrong?" she asked flatly.
"Uh, yeah, actually – if I needed a room or two for a couple of days, would that be possible?"
"You need rooms?" Lorelai was naturally surprised. "Is it our anniversary already?" she teased.
"Like nine," Luke asked.
"You need nine rooms? Luke, we seriously got to get a handle on those hormones."
"Lorelai, Please.." he said, his voice sounded like it was at the end of his rope. "Just for a couple of days, Wednesday and Thursday."
"Uh, well, I can take care of that, one of the many advantages of sleeping with the local Inn manager." Lorelai heard how sensitive Luke sounded, and then casually probed, "What's it for?"
"Uh, just got some family coming in."
"Reunion? Because we can get the tetherball out."
"Nah, funeral," Luke informed.
At this point Lorelai stopped typing, "What?"
"Yeah, my Uncle Louie died last night and I'm arranging the funeral for him."
Lorelai barked out laughing, "Nice try my friend, it's going take more than that to pull one over on me. My mother already tried that." Luke never mentioned having an uncle before, an aunt who gave me Start Trek T-shirt, yes but never an Uncle Louie.
"Lorelai, what are you talking about?" Luke asked.
"You need nine rooms," Lorelai shook her head; "You really had me going there I have to admit."
"Lorelai, I'm serious I need nine rooms for my uncle's funeral."
"Luke, this your attempt at an April fools' joke, so obvious, A family member dying, that can so easily be traced."
"Lorelai, I'm not kidding. My uncle died."
"Oh yeah, how?" Lorelai challenged, figuring she could catch Luke in the lie.
"He died in his sleep. Would you like a coroner's report? I got a call when we came back from the spa…"
Lorelai's face fell, "You're not joking?
"No I'm not."
"You're serious?"
"Yes, I am."
"Oh, Luke, I'm so sorry. Here I was babbling about April fools and our hormones."
"Well, you weren't babbling. You just didn't believe me."
Wanting to do anything she could to help, Lorelai assured, "Well, um, sure, you've got nine rooms, Wednesday and Thursday," and she quickly started tapping on the computer.
"You sure? Cause this could just as easily be your April Fools' gag."
"No, no joke. It's a done deal, Babe."
"Thank you."
"Luke, I'm so, so sorry. For well, not believing you, and for your loss."
"It's okay. It sounds like he went peaceful. He was eighty-five."
"But it's always hard. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"Can I help you with anything else? Anything at all?" Lorelai wanted to be stand-by-her-man-supportive.
"No, the rooms are help enough."
"Are you sure? Because I'm dealing with my mom now so I'd be happy to rush over and help with whatever. You'd be doing me a favor."
"The rooms are all I need for now, but I'll let you know. Thank you."
"Well, you're welcome."
"I gotta go."
"Please, call if you need anything."
"I will. By the way, that French guy's a putz."
"Oh yeah, he knows."
"All right, see you tonight?"
"Absolutely," Lorelai smiled, "Bye."
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Lorelai decided to meet Rory at the bus stop to inform her of Uncle Louie's passing. As they made their way to Luke's Rory got progressively sadder. "It's so sad," Rory sulked.
"I know," Lorelai agreed as she was already trying to catch sight of Luke as they approached the diner.
"Was Luke, like, shaken over his uncle dying?"
"I don't know. He's so unflappable. It's hard to tell."
"The man definitely can't be flapped," Rory agreed trying to think of some way to help Luke, like she had during his dark day.
"I don't really even know how close they were, I mean this is the first I'm hearing of the man and I'm the girlfriend."
Lorelai and Rory walk through the diner's door with a jingle above their heads, they saw Luke on the phone while several customers were trying to get his attention and it seemed close to chaos boiling over.
"Can I get another cup of coffee?" a woman said impatiently.
"In a minute," Luke said, as he was wandering around precariously, trying to deliver plates to various tables.
The notorious Sy, one of the Stars Hollow re-enactors, was getting short with Luke as well, "Hey, is that my food?"
Yet another customer asked, "More coffee here, too, please."
"In a minute," Luke repeated.
"Is that my food?" Sy asked again.
"More coffee for me, too," Kirk droned.
Luke was glad he could let out some frustration on Kirk, "Shut up, Kirk."
"Is that my food?" Sy rolled his eyes again.
"Yes, Sy, that's your food."
"Well, can I have it?" Sy snidely barked.
"Watch the cord!" customer who was nearly strangled complained as Luke made his way around the diner.
"You should update to a cordless," Kirk suggested.
"Shut up Kirk. I'm doing all I can here, folks."
Clearly Luke was overwhelmed, so Lorelai grabbed the cord, preventing it from assaulting any other customers with a quick, "Watch, watch it."
"Thanks, yeah I'm still here," Luke said quickly to someone he was talking to on the phone as he went back to the kitchen to get another order from Caesar.
"Hey, whatcha doing?" Lorelai asked holding the phone cord up as high as she could.
"I'm on the phone."
"We noticed."
"Yeah, I can't serve and be on the phone," Luke complained.
Rory chimed in, "We noticed that, too."
Lorelai started to take plates from Luke, "But your reenactment of Jerry Lewis in The Diner Guy is gonna wow the critics."
Rory took the plate her mother handed off to her, "Where should the poached eggs go?"
"Crank in the hat," Luke nodded with his head.
"Hey, I'm not a crank! You're a crank, crank!" Sy grumbled.
"He is a crank," Rory whispered to Luke.
"And the French toast?" Lorelai asked.
"Lady with the giant purse." Luke then turned his attention back to the phone, attempting to continue his conversation. He picked up more plates from the pass through, which Lorelai was quick to relieve him of, startling him into nearly dropping the phone. "Yo, whoa, whoa, whoa – what are you doing?" he asked.
"Helping," Lorelai shrugged. "Just stay on the phone and give me these. Where do they go?"
"Table by the window."
"By the window, Elma," Lorelai handed them off to the quick and spry Rory.
"Got it, Gertie."
"Hello? How 'bout that coffee?"
Luke rolled his eyes and was about to move, but Lorelai stopped him. "I got it," she told him as she grabbed the coffee pot.
Lorelai did a quick round with the coffee pot, using her years of customer service to apologize for the delay and charm Luke's customers to a little added patience.
"Sorry about this," Luke apologized to Lorelai, knowing this was probably delaying Lorelai and Rory from their dinner. "Sometimes you find out that the world's full of people who micromanage their lives to the point where they can't wait an extra second for anything."
Lorelai said, looking down into the pot of coffee in her hands, "We're running out of coffee."
Luke let out a heavy breath, "I'll make some more."
"I got it."
"Do you know how?"
"Do I . . . ugh," Lorelai scoffed, "How long have we been sleeping together and you have to ask that question…" Lorelai noticed that Luke nearly dropped the phone again, while Kirk nearly choked on his swallow of coffee, "Yeah Kirk we are sleeping together, it is usually what people do in a relationship. Anyway, I am Cathy Coffee, mister, the bastard offspring of Mrs. Folger and Juan Valdez.
"Hey Luke, where's Jess?" Rory came back up to the counter.
"He's probably upstairs, he was down here, but I sent him up to move into his room, while it was slow," Luke said distracted by how much coffee Lorelai was putting into the filter. "Lorelai, wait, don't use that much."
"Really? It is just the perfect amount for a pot of coffee."
Luke had to protest to his girlfriend, "It's too strong."
"Ah ah ah, go back to your phone call and pay no attention to the girl with the filter."
"Not everybody likes it that strong."
"Well, then I shall convert them. I am the Jehovah's coffee girl."
Kirk got Lorelai's attention, "I need some more Equal."
Lorelai shooed Luke into the kitchen while she handled the front, "There's one right there."
"I need seven."
"Seven? You're not squirreling these away in your pocket for home use, are you, Kirk?"
"No, I use seven in my coffee."
Lorelai sighed and added 7 Equals to the coffee, ignoring Kirk sigh of happiness. She turned to look for Rory and saw her walking through the curtain, Jess stumbling after her.
"Well, you're very graceful," Rory commented.
"I tripped over my shoes that I didn't get a chance to tie," he barked at the girl who had practically dragged him out by his ear.
"Sue me."
"I could've broken my neck."
"As long as it's not your arm. We need your arm. Go give Caesar his break," Rory said, grabbing more plates from the pass through.
"You know, I was actually doing as I was told and cleaning up my mess, so that when people come there are places to sit down," Jess grumbled as he relieved a tired Caesar.
"Just work."
Lorelai just stared at the two, wondering what exactly was going on between the two when Luke interrupted her thoughts. "It took me twenty minutes to get pass this place's stupid busy signal, then they put me on hold forever."
"Wait, who's keeping you on hold?"
"That mortuary in Florida where my uncle's at," said Luke, gathering up the bills and receipts lying around the counter.
"Florida? I thought he was in the area," Lorelai said confused.
"No no, he spent most of his life here but retired to Orlando, so I gotta ship the body back here. My dad wanted my uncle buried in Stars Hollow right next to him."
"That's nice," Lorelai commented, taking the receipts from Luke
"Well, they were really close, and Louie didn't have any wife or kids to look out for things and before my dad died, he asked me if I'd look out for him. What are you doing?"
"Nothing at all. You were saying?"
"Since Louie's a war veteran, the town Revolutionary War re-enactors will attend the service, do the salute thing, you know. I mean, it makes me nauseous, but my dad wanted it." Luke was interrupted by the phone. "Yeah, hi, I'm still here. . .Yes, the deceased is Louie Danes. . .Right. . .No, Hartford's not too far, I can do that. Thanks." He sighs in relief as he hangs up the phone, "Great, that's done. Uh, okay, I should probably go pick out a coffin before he gets here."
"Great, go," she said, counting and recording the receipts from lunch.
"Lorelai, I have to close up."
"No, you don't. You're covered. Between me, Rory, Jess, and Caesar you are covered."
"If you need anything let me know. Don't change anything," Luke said reluctantly, nervous about what could happen with the diner left in Gilmore Girl's hands.
"It's totally not feng shui," teased Lorelai as she handed more plates to Rory.
"Gertie…" he said warningly.
"Go," Lorelai kissed Luke and shooed him out the door. Lorelai wiped down the counter as she watched Luke get into his truck outside, happy she could be there for him, after all the times he was there for her.
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"That was all God given talent..." why thank you NON POD Luke!
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