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Rory spent the rest of the day thinking back to high school and about how much Logan seemed to come up in daily conversation. There had to be some connection to this present Logan that she kept encountering. Huntzberger wasn't exactly a common name.

Rory wondered why she had never heard about Logan at the Gilmores' Friday Night Dinner. She had listened to countless stories of Mitchum and Shira, the newspaper mogul and his trophy wife, but she didn't know they had a son. Rory would have to ask that night when she went to Hartford for dinner.

Rory got out of her car in the driveway of The Crap Shack. Lorelai ran out with her arms open.

"The Prodigal Daughter returns!"

Rory laughed. "Mom, I've only been gone a week! I picked you up last Friday."

"Well it feels like longer. I miss you babe, we haven't even talked on the phone for a while."

"I know, I'm sorry, I've been so busy lately."

"Ugh, do we have to go tonight? I need some quality time with my bestest pal!" Lorelai tried to pull the baby face.

"Mom, the baby face is my thing. Nice try. And yes, we have to go. I've been dealing with a lot of things lately and I think that Grandma can give me some answers."

"Answers? What could you possibly need from Grandma? Is yellow the new pink?"

"Ha ha" Rory laughed sarcastically. "I don't want to go into it now, we're late. Let's go."

Lorelai got into the car with Rory following. She still could not stop thinking about Logan. This was bad; Rory had never spent this much time thinking about anything. She tried to push it to the back of her mind as Lorelai spent the drive to Hartford rambling about her latest squabble with Luke.

The squirrelly maid opened the door for Lorelai and Rory. She mumbled something and then ran away.

"Wow. Do we like smell bad or something?" Rory laughed.

"No, she's running from Emily. I know that run, I mastered it at age four." Lorelai replied seriously.

Rory laughed, but stopped once she heard Emily freaking out in the other room.

"I asked for CREAM. This is not CREAM this is OFF-WHITE! Why are you so incompetent? You're supposed to be of the highest quality! With the money I pay you…" Emily trailed off as she saw Lorelai and Rory enter the room.

"Hey Mom."

"Lorelai, Rory. You're here. Go sit down and get yourself a drink. I'll be right there."

"Okay Grandma."

Rory and Lorelai sat down and Lorelai craned her neck towards the door.

"Mom, what on earth are you doing?" Rory laughed.

"Trying to hear. Shh! I never got to actually hear my mom chew out anyone but me before!"

"Really? Even though she's been through 920,543 maids in your 34 years of life?"

"Rory! Shh!"

Rory stopped talking as Lorelai continued to listen. However, as soon as Rory stopped talking, Emily stopped yelling and entered the room. Rory laughed.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, Grandma, sorry, just irony."

"What?"

"Never mind. I'm sorry." Rory could not stop giggling.

"The two of you tire me out."

"We know, Grandma, we know."

"So, girls, what's new in your life?"

"Not much." Rory replied.

"Actually, Mom, Rory had something she's dying to ask you." Lorelai instigated.

"Mom!" Rory whispered under her breath.

"What? You wouldn't even listen to my problems you were so preoccupied!"

"What is it Rory? You can ask me anything, you know that."

"Well, Grandma, I was wondering…I've heard you talk about the Huntzbergers before, and, well, do they have a son?" Rory blushed. She hadn't talked to her mom in detail about Logan before. Lorelai knew of him vaguely when Rory was at Chilton, but as far as Rory knew, Lorelai had heard nothing since.

Lorelai gave Rory a "what's going on here?" look. Lorelai was a little sad too. Not only did she not know what Rory was talking about, Rory had kept something from her that was clearly bugging her. Lorelai knew that college would tear them apart a little bit, but she always thought that they would still tell each other everything.

Rory saw the look. Uh-oh, she thought, Mom's mad. I really hope she'll understand. I hate talking about these pretentious Hartford people to her. She hates them so much. Oh well, I'll explain on the way home.

"Mitchum and Shira, you mean, Rory?" Emily asked.

"Yeah…" Rory answered slowly. She wasn't sure this was the best time for the conversation. Rory shot Lorelai a "I'm sorry, I'll explain later" glance. When Lorelai smiled, Rory exhaled and smiled back, knowing that this was not as big a deal as she made it out to be.

"I believe they have two children."

"Two?" Rory asked incredulously. "Why have I never heard of either?"

"Well Honor, the oldest, is a few years older than you. She was a freshman at Princeton by the time you came back into our life." Emily smiled.

Lorelai rolled her eyes furtively. Emily always managed to sneak in the fact that Lorelai had taken Rory away from her when they were younger.

"You said they have two kids Grandma, Honor and…" Rory asked suggestively.

"Oh the other kid is Logan."

"And…" Rory egged Emily to continue.

"Why are you so curious?" Emily started to notice Rory's eagerness.

"Oh, no reason."

"Rory. Your façade is translucent."

"Yeah hon, you forgot who you're talking to. Emily Gilmore can see a translucent façade 100 miles away. Able to jump from tall buildings, swing from tree to tree…" Lorelai rambled off.

"Lorelai," Emily warned.

Lorelai just laughed in response. However, on the inside Lorelai was just as curious as Emily to Rory's motives. Why was she so interested in this kid? And why couldn't she just come out and say it? Lorelai had never seen Rory so nervous around Emily before. It puzzled her.

"Alright Grandma. I am truly just curious. I'm a reporter! Fishing for information is what we do. I've heard stories about him, I was just curious as to who he was." Rory covered up quickly.

Lorelai raised an eyebrow, but luckily Emily didn't see. Emily may buy Rory's excuses, but Lorelai certainly didn't.

Emily sighed. She had just had an exhausting day in which none of her maids did their jobs correctly. She fired four of them and had to host interviews for three new ones. Emily knew that Rory wasn't divulging the whole truth, but she figured she'd find out soon and fighting wasn't worth it. So she took the bait and decided to give in.

"Logan is kind of a delinquent. He left home I think when he was 16. He went from boarding school to boarding school getting kicked out from everyone. He was heavy into the drugs and basically your crazed stereotypic teenager."

"So Hartford pretty much decided he was no good and kicked him out of society. That's why you've never heard of him, sweetie." Lorelai added.

"Lorelai," Emily warned again. "That did not happen. He's just not a big part of Mitchum and Shira's life. It's sad, but it's a mutual feeling between them."

"Wow," Rory breathed. This Logan sounded like the jerk she assumed he would be. Rory was satisfied knowing that her judgment was accurate. She smiled, thanked her grandma, and got ready for the usual conversation that came with dinner.

Emily decided not to bug Rory about her motives tonight. She would crack eventually, and Emily figured it would be soon. Rory had seemed nervous from the moment she walked in. Emily knew her granddaughter, and she knew that Rory had trouble holding her feelings in. Emily smiled and sat back to enjoy the company of her daughter and granddaughter.

Lorelai continued to wonder what was up with Rory. She would get her on the drive home, but Lorelai knew that this nagging feeling would not go away during dinner. She tried as hard as she could to listen to the boring conversation materializing between Emily and Rory. Finally Lorelai gave up and just settled down, thinking of anything but Rory's predicament. Hmm…fireplace, picture frames, martini, pie!

Author's Note: Phew! Long chapter, sorry if it came off a bit fillerish. I just wanted to get something out. Tell me what you think!