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2.17

Jess hardly could sleep all through the long night.
Thoughts, this way and that, a terrible plight.
Acute visions flitted between the extremes
Of all the past week's occasions and schemes.

At first did he think about their good supper
When Paris had argued but they did outnumber.
That night he and Rory together a team!
They bonded so well 'twas just like a dream.

So great was their realm, discussion of books,
That when he'd debated she'd given him looks.
And deep was regard within her blue eyes
'Til Jess felt as though he'd won a great prize.

And then did he think of how he'd been seen
When Rory's real boyfriend appeared on the scene.
He'd thought that the meeting of all three that night
Would bring on a change, their ending in sight.

Jess saw in Dean's face the seeds of his doubt
And thought that, from that, a break-up would sprout.
But still, by the facts, the two did persist
Which had Jess in turmoil and thoroughly pissed.

He'd seen them together on each day that week,
Though tried to avoid them and distance did seek.
And each of the times he saw them collective
He thought about how their pair was defective.

In Jess's foul mood, he issued some grumbles
That liking a girl was nothing but troubles!
A special confusion kept Jess in dismay,
To think he'd misread all her passions that way.

Lachesis looked down at Jess in his bed
And feeling his pain, her heart for him bled.
His love had grown strong and focussed his thoughts
And all that he thought had tied him in knots.

This Jess would keep coming to gather this girl
And pray for the day that she'd give him a whirl.
And when she'd respond, he'd feel all-aglow,
But when she'd rebuff, he'd feel really low.

Since it was still right to keep them apart,
For time being 'til they both could grow smart,
The only solution to Jess's poor fray:
To give his attention a new place to play.

To give him relief, emotions to ease
And, of love and lust, his hunger appease,
With skill in her art and slight hocus-pocus,
She'd furnish in Jess some other new focus.

Lachesis, in trust, with Clotho conferred.
And, of her ideas, she liked what she heard.
So Clotho set out to swap out the gold.
Within his fine thread, a silver she rolled.

So Jess lit the light and looked all around
For paper and pen to write some stuff down.
And thoughts from him sprung, right through the dark night.
And, into the morning, the young man did write.

His thoughts tumbled forth, 'til buzzer was heard
At six in the morning when Luke usually stirred.
At that very time, Jess stretched with delight
And hid all his work and turned out his light.

And later that morning saw Jess sleeping in.
But, when he awoke, he fostered a grin.
He looked to the nightstand which held what he'd wrought
And felt a good pride, to think of its plot.

To keep his mood good and cheery and light,
From odious couple he'd keep out of sight.
At present, Jess wanted to be left alone,
But funeral plans had Luke on the phone.

So Jess should help out with all of the patrons.
(For once, he felt guilty for all his evasions.)
The Gilmores did help without any hire.
And, under young Rory, was lit quite a fire.

See, Rory was different, a girl unaware.
A heart quite so dense knew not of its care.
So Rory proceeded, with closeness to gain,
And knew not, for Jess, that she caused him pain.

And if, in some way, the reason she'd seen,
Still wasn't enough to make her leave Dean.
That Rory was loyal; the Fates gave her that.
And, since it worked well, they'd leave her thereat.

But still the girl wanted to be with her Jess
To learn how he worked, in mind's eye undress.
(Although she knew not why interest peaked,
As those were emotions she never critiqued.)

So then they enrolled in cat and mouse game,
With Rory, the huntress, and Jess, the girl's aim.
For whenever Jess took minutes to hide,
She'd come look for him. His ass she would ride.

Since Rory was fervent to further attract him,
Lachesis set out to foster distraction.
She checked that his thread bore shiniest silver,
Since shiny things flash and clear thoughts they pilfer.

Lachesis first tried a mindless pursuit
To turn on the TV so he could reboot.
But Rory then halted his dreams of a Jeannie
And plot points involving a Major named Healey.

And then the staid Rory pushed him through the diner
So Jess, in his pain, produced a one-liner
And called the first name he found in his thought,
Since tyrant she was, a total despot.

Lachesis then bade his thought turn to sport.
So quick did the Sisters draw him to the court
As well as some others to play basketball.
But Rory still found him. From court, did him haul.

Then, later, our Rory went to the town meeting.
And barely, to Jess, did she offer a greeting.
She wondered aloud why he'd come to this place.
Then pondered the look that she saw on his face.

"That Jess is confusing!" she grumbled inside,
As him, through the meeting, she subtly eyed.
On one hand he sits and listens to meeting,
On other, from help, he's, lately, retreating.

She'd felt a bit hurt he'd kept to himself
While she had been there to work like an elf.
The meaning for this she sought to infer,
As some random thought wondered if it was her.

But how could it be that he would evade her,
When, just the last week, the visit he'd paid her?
He'd tried to let on it was Luke he was aiding
But soon she'd found out the truth he was shading.

It couldn't be her. Perhaps just the town,
And Jess, as a neighbour, would let them all down.
And that silly thought ran wild through her head.
For some unknown reason, it filled her with dread.

The next afternoon brought more of the same:
With Jess in her sights, as some hunted game.
And Jess, with the Fates, her efforts he dodged.
But strong was resolve, within Rory, lodged.

Jess soon grew annoyed that, once he'd unwind,
He'd find himself back in the diner confined
When Rory gave orders like some autocrat.
Jess tired of the pulling from this way to that!

So Jess settled down to have him a nap.
Between him and Rory, the Fates kept a gap.
But Townies weren't watched and they woke him up.
Then Rory returned to eye him close-up.

Since he'd been integral to open the door,
A friend of the town she deemed him once more.
And though he declined to tout this small labour,
Young Rory delighted to call him a neighbour.

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