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�I am counting the seconds until I can get back into my office,� Richard confessed with a smile. Lorelai grinned back. �How is Rory?�
�Working like a busy little blue-plaid bee. Things at the Franklin are crazy right now, but you�ll never hear her complain,� Lorelai said.
�She is a Gilmore,� Richard said, smiling proudly at the thought of his granddaughter. Lorelai had a fleeting pang of guilt that she had never brought that smile to her father�s face, but she pushed it aside. All in all she was happy with her life and she wouldn�t change a thing. Except for maybe all of the Post-Rory hook-ups she�d had with Christopher.
�I've never found cause to dispute that,� Lorelai agreed. She looked around nervously. She wanted this over with. �Where�s mom?�
Richard shrugged. �In the garden, I�d imagine.�
�Garden. Right. �Cause it�s a nice day and flowers are blooming and you�ve gotta cut them at just the right time or you�ll end up with lacklustre arrangements. Plus you�ve gotta cut certain flowers just the right way or you�ll end up killing the plant entirely,� Lorelai rambled, wondering how she knew anything about gardening when she could barely keep a cactus alive for any length of time.
�Maybe I should get you a drink,� Richard said. He had never been good at deciphering his daughter�s rants.
Leave it to her decidedly WASP-y father to solve emotional breakdowns with alcohol. There was nothing a whiskey sour or a good bourbon couldn�t cure for Richard Gilmore. �No, I think sobriety is my best course of action at the moment, dad, but thanks,� Lorelai said. She really wanted to get this over with�to swallow her pride and tell her parents that she needed help and was once again turning to them even though her hit single of �Independent Lorelai� was constantly playing in the background like the theme song for a cheesy Sixties superhero.
The patio doors opened and Emily came in, straw hat perched on her head and casual clothing�slacks from last season and a light blouse�adorning her body.