Chapter 3 - Gladrags and Handbags
January 22nd 2009 – Washington to Stars Hollows
Rory was on the way back to Star Hollows from Washington, Obama had been sworn in as the 45th President of the United States of America and her job there was done.
The team had spent the remainder of final week clearing up and tying up lose ends; it had been an exhilarating experience. Hugo was so pleased with her work on the Obama Campaign trail that he offered her the Deputy Features Editor position upon the completion of the trail. That was the good thing about new start ups, the opportunities for progression were more accessible due to smaller competition, she didn't think she would have obtained this sort of position yet if she were at the New York Times.
She hadn't told her mum the good news yet as she only found out a few minutes ago before she set off from Washington to Stars Hollow, she decided that it was best too share the news with her family once they were together instead of over the phone.
She looked out the window as the train travelled slowly along the east coast landscape that January night, she could hardly make out where they were but the twinkling or lack of twinkling lights alerted her to when they were travelling past a township or not. It would be nice not to be travelling from coast to coast or sleeping in hotels/coaches/buses, etc for a while; to be in a familiar environment.
About an hour later, Rory made her way out of the train station. She heard a wild shriek "Fruit of my loins" and saw a bundle of brunette hair running towards her.
"Mummy!" She yelled in unison, dropping her bag on the floor and hugging her mother with gusto.
"Yay, you are back!" said Lorelai enthusiastically.
They talked incessantly throughout the drive home about everything that had happened while they were apart and this continued as they made their way into the Gilmore house.
Luke was there waiting for them and enveloped them into both in a big hug as they stepped in.
"You young lady can not go away for that long again, your mother was driving me insane, I need you here for sanity's sake," Luke said with a big grin on his face.
"I will ignore you mister because my beautiful daughter, whom I have missed so much is back home," retorted Lorelai as she waved her hands at him.
Later that night Rory was in her room putting her clothes and things away when she came across the rocket Logan gave her and her camera from her Yale Daily News reporter days. She picked up both the rocket and camera and curled up on the bed holding the rocket with on hand and flicking though old Yale photos with the other. A weak smile was on her face as she drank up the memories in nostalgia. She continued doing this until she fell asleep on the bed.
Rory was taking too long unpacking and their food was getting cold so Lorelai went to check on her. She found her fast asleep holding onto the rocket Logan's gave her when he was going away to London. Lorelai removed the camera and rocket from Rory's hands and put them on the bedside table; she covered Rory with a blanket and planted a kiss on her forehead.
Lorelai then made her way to the door; she stood at the doorway gazing intently at her daughter pursing her lips in thought. A few minutes later, she switched of the light and shut the door quietly.
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While this writing I had my own soundtrack that inspired me, my choices are not necessarily what Amy Sherman Palladino would choose however I think the emotions invoked by the songs fits my theme and chapter.
Soundtrack Chapter 3
1. Big Yellow Taxi by Counting Crows