Going Home: The Complications of Life Author: snoflaik snoflaik16@hotmail.com Disclaimer: The characters are owned by the producers and creators of Gilmore Girls but the story is all mine. I also do not own Boondock Saints. But must say it is a kick-ass movie. Rating: PG or PG-13 (mild cursing and prolly some other stuff) Hey all. . this is the sequel to ‘The Voices in Your Head’. I couldn’t resist writing more cause the Trory in me screamed for a good ending. By the way, I went back and changed the date of Rory’s birthday in ‘Voices’ when I realized that they had an episode with her party and it was during the school year. Shame on all you readers for not catching that! Anyway, that’s more for later in the story. . . hope you all enjoy the first part. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It had been easy. Almost too easy to become friends and put the past behind. After coming to an understanding at the end of sophomore year the only thing to do was to become even closer over the summer. They saw each other almost everyday, whether it was hanging out by the pool at the Country Club or seeing the latest flick at the movie theatre. Rory was amazed at just how different Tristan really was from the guy who had tortured her through most of the year. He was kind, considerate, and could even be sweet when he wanted to be. Evil Tristan still popped up from time to time but it had become more of a running joke rather than a bad thing. The more they hung out, the more Rory realized just how little she really knew him. Being away from the stuffy halls of Chilton and alone with her made it all the easier for Tristan to be himself around her. Dean and Rory were still dating, but as her friendship with Tristan grew stronger her relationship with Dean grew weaker. They just didn’t seem to be on the same wavelength anymore. Tristan and Dean had never met up again which Rory thought was good. It did hurt her that the two most important men in her life couldn’t get along with each other. Dean still didn’t trust Tristan but he did trust Rory, so it was useless to go and get jealous over them hanging out together. It was also pointless to try to tell Rory to stop. The words that had gotten them back together had never been repeated. It wasn’t that Rory hadn’t meant them; she was in love with him. But deep down she knew that this love was different from true love. Tristan accepted the situation. He knew that even thought she didn’t return his feelings they still had a strong friendship. It still hurt a little to hear her talk about him. But all things change. The three months of bliss known as summer had to come to an end as the new school year started. Rory wasn’t exactly happy about returning to the halls of Chilton and reclaiming her status as school outcast. At least this time Tristan would be standing beside her. It was such a comfort to know that she could always count on him. Tristan didn’t want to return to school. He had changed and grown so much over the summer that his shallow existence at the school as hottest player holds absolutely no appeal to him anymore. He was tired of being fake. He was tired of living up to everyone else’s standards and not his own. He didn’t want to return to his old life, but he was slowly realizing that with Rory by his side, he didn’t have to. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “So how was your first day of being back in the cold vapid halls of Chilton?” asked Tristan as he came up to Rory’s locker for the after school sparring which had somehow become routine. “Oh just peachy.” Replied Rory as she took books out of her locker. “That good huh?” “Yeah well how would you like being the lunchroom reporter of The Franklin just because the editor is a. . a. . .” “Bitch?” replied Tristan, filling in her sentence. “Thanks. And to top it all off,” continued Rory, “now I have to go home and spend about 20 hours this weekend on homework. What are they doing? Punishing us for having three months off?” “Yes, I think they are.” “Ugh, “ moaned Rory, as she closed her locker and leaned against it, “I’m going to be doing logarithms for hours.” “Ok here’s the plan. Homework tonight and then movie tomorrow night.” “Sounds good my friend. Why do they have to ruin the week by making the first day on a Friday and then having the weekend off?” “That’s Chilton for you.” “I think it can be construed as cruel and unusual punishment in some states.” “I agree. Well I gotta be getting home.” “Wait you getting home right after school. What’s wrong?” asked Rory suddenly serious “My grandmother came in from Paris to spend some time with me.” “That’s great,” replied Rory with a smile. “Yeah well anything is good when it means a break from World War III,” answered Tristan with an attempt at a smile, “Later.” Rory sighed as she watched him leave. His home life was so different than hers that she couldn’t even comprehend what he had to go through almost everyday. During the summer, she had tried her hardest to remove him from the lasting coldness he had felt everyday of his childhood and show him that people did care about him and his life. He was a regular dinner guest at the Gilmore house and even her grandparents liked having him over for dinner. Anything to remove him from the house which he viewed more as a prison. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “So what do you want to see?” asked Tristan as they stood in front of the ticket booth. “Let’s see Moulin Rouge. I heard it was really good.” “Isn’t that a musical?” “I believe so.” “And that means breaking out into song at random points of the movie.” “Most likely.” “Oh lord,” he replied rolling his eyes “Think of it this way,” said Rory, “It’s about girls in a whore house. Hey, maybe you’ll even see some of your old girlfriends in it.” “That was harsh.” “I couldn’t resist, sorry.” “Hmm. . .whore house equals less clothing. I think I’ll love this movie,” he replied with a devilish smile. -smack- “Hey what was that for?” he asked rubbing the back of his head “Your such a guy.” “And proud of it,” he replied with a wide grin. “How about Pearl Harbor?” “I really want to see Moulin Rouge.” “It’s a musical,” whined Tristan. “I’m aware.” “Come on there’s gotta be something better.” “I’ll make a bet with you. If you like the movie, you have to bring me coffee every morning before school for the whole first semester.” “And what do I get if I hate it?” “You won’t hate it.” “Don’t be so sure.” “Fine I’ll. . . “ ended Rory as she tried to think of something. “Be my sex slave for the same amount of time?” he asked with a leer. -smack- “Oww! are you trying to give me a concussion?” “Hey, that one was definitely deserved,” she replied crossing her arms, “Anyway, if you hate it I’ll help you with your homework every night.” “Three months of being with you every night. Count me in. I hate this movie already.” “And no lying. I can always tell when you are so don’t even try it.” “Who me?” he replied with an innocent face. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “So what did you think?” asked Rory as the credits began to roll. “Regular or decaf?” replied Tristan grudgingly with a scowl. “Regular,” answered Rory with a triumphant smile. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “I love you,” exclaimed Rory, smelling the coffee in the air and noting the presence right beside her. “Wow if I had known that bringing you coffee in the morning would let you admit your true feelings for me I would have done it long ago.” “ I was addressing the coffee not you,” she replied as she took the cup form his hands, “Mmm. Smells heavenly.” “I’ll just have to find another way for you to pledge your undying love and finally admit your feelings to me. I do have my ways. No one can resist my god like looks and the DuGrey charm for long.” “Good luck with that,” replied Rory walking away, “You’ll need it,” she added over her shoulder. ”Ouch.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * “What’s this?” asked Rory was she looked at the flyer, which had been put in front of her. “Only the best festival in Hartford,” replied Tristan, putting down his tray and taking the seat across form her. “The 40th Annual Hartford Independent Film festival,” read Rory aloud, “Sounds like fun.” “You like Indy films?” asked Tristan. “I love em’. They are so much better than those big blockbuster types that cost millions to make and have absolutely no plot.” “I couldn’t agree more. Last year they had this great film called Boondock Saints. One of the best movies I’ve ever seen.” “Well I’d love to go. When is it?” “Tomorrow night.” “Cool.” “So how is the food today Miss Lunchtime Reporter?” asked Tristan with a wide grin. “Do you want to get smacked again? Because that can be arranged.” Tristan just laughed, “Are you trying to hurt me on purpose?” “No, it’s just a pleasant perk to our relationship,” she replied with a smile. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Hey,” said Rory as she found Dean in the produce aisle of the market.” “Hey back. So what are you doing here today?” “Oh you know just doing a little shopping.” “Aww, I thought that you were here to see me.” “Nope. Sorry. Try again.” “So what are you doing tomorrow night?” asked Dean. “I thought we could celebrate you making it through the first week of school.” “Well I’d love to, but I kind of already have plans,” replied Rory slowly. “With who?” asked Dean, although he already knew the answer. “Tristan.” “Evil boy?” asked Dean, his jaw tightening at the mention of his name. “He’s returned from the dark side.” “You do know he’s in love with you right?” “Dean, come on. Let’s not start this again. He’s my friend.” “Yeah and I’m your boyfriend. Come on Rory, We haven’t had a date alone in so long. It’s always with doubling with Lane and Henry or doing nothing at all cause you’re out with him.” “Come with us then,” offered Rory. She knew he was right, but she also didn’t want to miss going to the festival. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” said Dean, remembering what happened last time. “He’s different now. Please come.” “Alright. What time?” “Well, Tristan’s supposed to pick me up at 6:30, but I’ll just call him and tell him we’ll meet him there at 7:30.” “Where are we going?” “The Hartford Indy Film Festival.” “Sounds like fun,” replied Dean sarcastically. “Well it will be if you try and make it that way. Now I gotta get home and call Tristan before he leaves. See ya around 6:30.” And with a quick kiss she was out of the store. “This should be a fun night,” muttered Dean to himself. End of Part 1 Going Home: All the World is a Stage Author: snoflaik snoflaik16@hotmail.com Disclaimer: Borrowed characters owned by the WB, and the creators and producers of Gilmore Girls. I’ll give them back I promise! Rating: PG or PG-13 [mild cursing and some other stuff] “Hey Mom, I’m home,” called Rory as she hung up her coat and threw her purse onto the table. “Hey honey,” yelled Lorelei from the living room “Donna Reed?!” exclaimed Rory was she walked into the room and saw what was on TV, “I thought we discussed this mother.” “There’s nothing else on,” whined Lorelei. “It’s been a sad, sad night in the Gilmore house.” “Speaking of nights, How was yours? I don’t see any bloodstains on your clothing so that looks good. Any fist fights this time?” asked Lorelei turning off the TV and turning to give her full attention to Rory. “Funny,” replied Rory as she flopped onto the easy chair. She was so tired. The night had actually gone surprisingly well, except for the fact that Dean was quiet most of the time and the conversation usually consisted of Tristan and Rory battling with each other and making jokes at some of the more cheesy Indy films. Dean didn’t look like he was exactly having a blast watching the two spar and laugh together. “They were civil to each other at least. Dean was really quiet through most of the night. I don’t think he liked the films.” “Or maybe it was all of the flirting he witnessed,” commented Lorelei with a knowing smile. “We do not flirt.” defended Rory crossing her arms. “Ok maybe we get into some heated arguments and maybe we might have monopolized the conversation time a bit but it was not flirting.” “What ever you say denial girl,” replied Lorelei, ”So no confrontation? No emergence of Evil Tristan? No raging hormones of jealousy? Come on honey, Lorelei needs her story time! You know I live vicariously through you so spill!” “It was fine. Nothing happened.” “No fighting no yelling, no pulling Rory from both ends like in cartoons and your arms getting really long?” “Nope.” “There’s gotta be something. Tell Lorelei. Please.” “Fine, Dean keeps telling me that Tristan has feelings for me beyond friendship. I always tell him to drop it but he brought it up again in the car. I’m tired of defending our friendship to everyone. And even if he does, I don’t fell anything like that for him. We’re just friends. Nothing more nothing less.” “You sure about that?” asked Lorelei. “Positive.” “Sure you are. No I believe you. No I do. I really, really do.” -thwak- Her response came in the form of a pillow being thrown into her face. “You do know this means war?” stated Lorelei as she held up the pillow. “You better start running.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Rory looked at the clock as she rolled over in her bed for what seemed like the 100th time that night, attempting and failing to find a comfortable position. 1:30 * I can still get 4 hours of sleep. * She thought as she rolled onto the stomach and buried her head into the pillow willing herself to sleep. “Ugh!” she yelled in frustration as sleep eluded her. * I just want to get some sleep. Why is this so hard? * After a while, she fell into that state in which you don’t know if you’re awake or asleep. She started to go over that night in her head. Trying to remember what had been said and what she had said in return. Dean’s behavior was very strange and she suddenly wondered what exactly had been going on between her and Tristan. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * -Hours earlier- “Hey there,” greeted Rory was she opened the door and slid into the car. “Hey back,” replied Dean as he leaned in to kiss her. “Ack! We better get going. I told Tristan we’d meet him in front of the theatre at 7:30 and it’s almost 6:45.” Dean sighed as he put the car and gear and drove away from the curb. The moment was inevitably broken, once again, by some mention of Tristan. “I’m so excited about this festival,” exclaimed Rory. “I’m excited too,” replied Dean, “I finally get to spend some time with you.” Rory just smiled over at him. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Hey Rory,” greeted Tristan as they walked up to him, “Dean.” He added with a nod. Dean nodded back at him as Rory greeted him, “Hello. Sorry we’re late.” “It’s ok. I’m usually the late one so I guess you’re allowed,” replied Tristan teasingly. “My humblest apologies.” “Accepted, I’ll find some way for you to make it up to me.” He added with a devilish smile. Dean just stood back and watched the whole conversation unfold. “Oh will you?” asked Rory, raising an eyebrow and continuing the usual flow of there conversations. “Count on it,” he replied still smiling at her. Dean cleared his throat alerting them that he was still there. “Well, we should probably go in and get a good seat.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Oh John, I will miss you so when you go away,” exclaimed the actress on the screen as she cried for the 75th time in the last half hour. “Yeah almost as much as I miss the plot of this movie,” whispered Tristan to Rory. “And I will miss you as well, my love. Please don’t forget me.” “Since I won’t forget those new implants you got.” Tristan smiled as Rory broke out laughing and moved her hands onto her mouth, trying to muffle the noise. “We will be together again won’t we? This won’t be the last time I see you handsome face will it?” whispered the actress as she pulled away and looked into his eyes. “I hope it is,” added Rory, grinning back at Tristan. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “But Doctor, how could this happen? I’m still a virgin,” inquired the well-endowed blonde on the screen. “Yeah and I’m the Pope,” snorted Rory. “Maybe it was the Immaculate Conception?” asked Tristan trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “I’ll tell you where you can put that money,” yelled the women as she picked up a vase “Oh and where is that?” replied the man. “Into a long term retirement fund?” inquired Tristan. “Up your ass!” screamed the woman. “Ouch, That wouldn’t be too comfortable,” commented Rory. The man ducked as the vase flew at his head. “I don’t think she liked his offer,” whispered Tristan. “No, the flying vase was a symbol of love,” replied Rory sarcastically. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Rory flopped over again and smiled. And with those thoughts in her head she slowly drifted off into sleep. END OF PART 2 Going Home: The Science of a Surprise Author: snoflaik snoflaik16@hotmail.com Distribution: Please email me first! Disclaimer: Don't own them, will give them back, however, the dialogue and plot is all mine. Author's Note: Hey guys the third chapter. . finally. . . hope you all enjoy! * * * * * * * * * * "Are you ready?" asked Tristin as he came up beside her while she was walking to the bus. "For what?" replied Rory. "For the big birthday celebration surprise I have planned." "I'm scared. Does that count?" "Funny, funny girl." "So what this birthday celebration surprise entail?" "The point of a surprise is to not know what's going to happen. How in the world did you ever get into Chilton not knowing that?" joked Tristin. "It must have been my killer essay." "I'll pick you up. 5:00. Wear something dressy. Oh and tell your mom we'll be home late." "But where are we going?" "I can't tell you," replied Tristin in a singsong voice as he walked away. * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Where are we going?" asked Rory again for what seemed like the 50th time in the last half hour. "I told you it's a surprise," replied Tristin as he turned the car off of the highway. "Pleeeeeeese tell me," begged the blindfolded Rory next to him. "My answer was no when you asked 5 minutes ago and it still is now," answered Tristin. October 8, 2001. Rory's 17th birthday. Ever since the girl had surprised him with a trip to Boston for his birthday, he had been dying to return the favor. He knew how much she hated surprises. She shuddered away from any situation in which she didn't have control. And today was driving her crazy. She had absolutely no idea where they were going. All he told her was to dress up. The blindfold was placed on as soon as she stepped into his car. "Come on give me a hint," "Oh alright," gave in Tristin, "It's in New York. Now that's all the info you're going to get from me." "Tristin!" whined Rory, "You know how much this is killing me. Why do you have to be so cruel?" she asked pouting. Tristin laughed at her expression. "It's part of my job description." "I hate you," replied Rory frowning. Tristin felt a pang as he remember another time when those words had been spoken to him. This time they were spoken in jest, but it brought back all the painful memories of that one time when he didn't think they had been a joke. "We're almost there. Keep your skirt on." About thirty minutes later, Rory felt the car slow to a stop and heard Tristin put it in park. She was just about ready to out, rip off the blindfold and then kill him. "Wait, wait till I get over there." "Damn child locks," muttered Rory as she pulled on the door handle and nothing happened. "Your really funny when you don't have control over the situation." said Tristin as he opened the door and gave her his hand to help her out. "Yeah, well when you tell a girl to get all dressed up, blindfold her, and throw her in the car for god knows how long, and don't tell her where you are going, expect that she's going to get a little testy. "I'll keep that in mind for next time," replied Tristin as he led her. "You do that. Can I take this stupid thing off yet?" "Alright open your eyes now" As she felt his hand reach the knot and felt the cloth fall away from her eyes, Rory squinted expecting to be blinded by sunlight. But when she opened her eyes she realized it was dark outside and she was standing in front of the most beautiful building she had ever seen. "The Metropolitan Opera House . . . " she whispered in awe, "You're taking me to the opera?" she asked in amazement as she turned to look at the grinning Tristin beside her. "The one and only. Come on, we don't want to be late." Rory just stood in awe. "Come one," laughed Tristin as he took her hand and led her to the door. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "We are at the opera," repeated Rory as they sat in the box waiting for it to begin "Damn. I thought we were going to the Mets game. Not the Met!" He replied with mock shock that melted into a grin as he turned to look at her. "You're hilarious. I just thought you should know," replied Rory stiffly. "Thank you." "So what are we seeing?" "Eugene Onegin" "Tchiakovsky, How did you know he was my favorite composer?" "I'm psychic." "Really, is there anything you can't do?" *Make you love me. * thought Tristin as he looked at her. "Plenty." He replied looking away. "How's your grandmother?" asked Rory trying to break the strained silence that had somehow come about. "She's great. I love when she comes to visit," answered Tristin, a sudden smile lighting up his face, "Actually she'd the one who gave me the tickets for tonight. She loved coming to the opera with Granddad," he added quietly. "Tristin I.. . ." Rory began and was cut off by the dimming lights and the orchestra. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The sounds and sights, unfolding themselves before her, mesmerized Rory. She was swept away by the strong voices and the beautiful music. She had no idea how Tristin knew how much she loved Tchiakovski. It was just another aspect of the enigma that was Tristin. An enigma that she was slowly learning to understand. She still couldn't take it all in. She was at the opera, with Tristin, on her birthday. How in the world did they ever end up in this spot? She glanced over at him. That boy really knew how to wear a suit. She had never really noticed [or maybe never really admitted] just how attractive he really was. The lights flashed over his face and his blue eyes shone with light. She quickly turned her attention and thoughts back to the stage attempting to pay attention. She shouldn't be having these thoughts about a friend. About Tristin no less. It must be Lorelei's influence, she silently told herself. All that prodding and the veiled comments about flirting and hidden feelings were just catching up with her. Yeah that was it. Still, she some part of her couldn't believe that just a friend would take her to the Opera. And just a friend would place such utter and complete trust in her when she knew he didn't trust anyone else. Telling her about his grandmother and grandfather was a gesture that she couldn't help but catch the meaning of. She was quickly learning that he was so much more than what he let on. Tristin was mesmerized by Rory. He had been to the opera before with his grandmother and had always loved it. Once again something that no one knew about him. Tonight was different. Tonight he was with her and only her. He knew he was going out on a limb by trusting her and loving her. He knew he would eventually get hurt. It was inevitable between the two. She didn't mean to hurt him of course, but ignorance can be deadly all the same. It was worth it just to have one special night. He knew that Rory would love coming here. He smiled as he watched her close her eyes and sway slightly with the music a small content smile on her face. And couldn't help but love her. * * * * * * * * * * * * * "So what did you think?" asked Tristin, breaking the silence of the car ride. "Hmmm?" asked Rory turning from the window. As the opera ended and they returned to the car, all her thoughts finally caught up to her and she was suddenly self-conscious about their relationship. She had been lost in her own thoughts and almost didn't hear his question, "I loved it." She replied with a tired smile. "But really Tristin that was too much." "I just wanted to do something special for your birthday. I mean you made mine so great I just wanted to return the favor." "I took you to a baseball game. It's so not the same thing." "It was my favorite team. That makes it the same in my book." "When did you get so sweet on me," replied Rory only half teasing, "I need a warning for this type of thing. You're gonna give me a heart attack." Tristin laughed. "I'll warn you when I go back. Will that satisfy you?" "Good cause I was starting to miss the old you." "Were you, Mary?" asked Tristin with his usual smirk. Rory just rolled her eyes and shook her head. "And he's back." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Well good night," said Tristin as he walked her to the door and they stood on the porch. "Thank you," replied Rory suddenly giving him a hug. "You're very welcome," replied Tristin, "If I get a hug every time we go the Opera, I'll have to buy season tickets." He said teasingly. "You'll never change," sighed Rory amused and somehow she didn't mind. "Goodnight." She said as she opened the door and stepped through. Tristin walked back down the path with a smile. * * * * * * * * Note: you can find the first chapters at fanfiction.net END PART 3 RECAP "Well good night," said Tristin as he walked her to the door and they stood on the porch. "Thank you," replied Rory suddenly giving him a hug. "You're very welcome," replied Tristin, "If I get a hug every time we go the Opera, I'll have to buy season tickets." He said teasingly. "You'll never change," sighed Rory amused and somehow she didn't mind. "Goodnight." She said as she opened the door and stepped through. Tristin walked back down the path with a smile. End of part 3 * * * * * * * * * * * * Going Home: Interlude to Disaster Author: snoflaik snoflaik16@hotmail.com Disclaimer: Don’t own them. . Don’t know them. . Having nothing to do with them except to make them do what I tell them. Author’s note: this is a very short chapter without any real plot unfolding. . . its basically to end the last one and set up the next. . a better one is coming. . . I promise! “Okay smile girl. How was your night?” cornered Lorelai as she saw her daughter walk into the house with a small contented smile on her face. “Don’t wanna talk. Wanna sleep.” said Rory as she tried to pass Lorelai and go into her room. “Story time. Where did you go?” asked her mother, as she pulled her back towards the sofa. “The opera.” “Wow culture. And I thought Disney on Ice was fun.” “Yes, Tchiacovsky. Very Very nice.” muttered Rory, as she lay down onto the sofa. “He is good,” thought Lorelai out loud. “Good, very very good,” muttered Rory again. “hmm. . .“ said Lorelai. She’d have to dig a little deeper tomorrow. “Ok time for all girls who had their sixteenth birthday today and went to New York to go to bed.” “Night mom,” whispered Rory was she walked past her mother into her room. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Lorelai smiled at her obviously tired daughter as she walked into the kitchen. “Ok so I let it slide last night, but story time has been officially postponed until right . . . about . . . now,” said Lorelai as she looked at her watch. “No story till coffee,” replied Rory as she picked up the coffee pot and set it down disgustedly. “How could you not make coffee this morning?” “Morning? Darlin’ it’s 2 in the afternoon.” “What!” “See what happens when you stay out till all hours of the night,” tsked Lorelai, shaking her head. “Luke’s,” replied Rory walking out of the room. “You read my mind.” * * * * * * * * * * * * ** “Hey Rory. It was strange having only one Gilmore begging for coffee this morning.” “Late night last night,” explained Lorelai “But we’ll have coffee now.” “No.” “Pleeeeeese,” the begged in unison. Luke sighed in defeat. He could never resist those two for long. “Thank you,” they said brightly as they moved to a booth. “Ok. Now. Spill.” “It was fun. I was angry for him blindfolding me and driving for hours without telling me what was going on. But how can you hate a guy who takes you to the opera?” “How could you resist loving him either?” commented Lorelai half-joking Rory just ducked her head and avoided eye contact. That thought or at least one along the same lines had been running through her head since last night. Lorelai gasped when she noticed the lack of denial and witty come back. “Oh My God.” “I don’t mother,” replied Rory, knowing where the conversation was now headed. “Yes you do. Or at least you’ve begun to think about it.” “I really don’t want to discuss this right now.” “What about Dean?” gasped Lorelai, ignoring her daughter’s entreaty to end the conversation, “ He won’t like this much. Oh that reminds me. He called last night. He didn’t sound to happy when I told him where you were.” “Oh great. I better go talk to him,” replied Rory, already sliding form the booth. “And I must get more java,” remarked Lorelai as she slid out and made her way to the counter. * * * * * * * * * * More commin' END PART 4