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A Long Line of Mistakes	By : coffeeaddict Category: G through L > Gilmore Girls Views: 16961 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Friday Night Dinner

"Paris Gellar is an extraordinary young lady," Richard Gilmore stated and took a sip if white vine. He smiled self-confident as always. "I�ve met her in Yale on Tuesday this week."

"This is, what your friend Asher Femming also must have thought," Lorelai replied.

"Oh please, Lorelai. This is tasteless." Richard surveyed his daughter disapprovingly.

"What? It�s the truth," Lorelai went on. "Everybody knows he was lusting after the young college students. And as far as I know you have introduced Rory and Paris to Asher Flemming." Suddenly Lorelai looked disturbed at her daughter. "Oh my god, Rory!" and in direction of her father she said. "Rory got mark A from Asher and this man is never giving A�s, at least not for seminar papers."

Rory grinned. She knew what was on her mothers mind. "Don�t worry mom, I didn�t fit into his prey-pattern. And beside this, he is dead now, remember?"

"Will you ever stop making nasty remarks, Lorelai?" Emily pursed her lips. "Beside this Asher was a great writer and a man of style, a good choice for any intellectual woman."

"Yeah mom, for a woman of your age, not for a sophomore."

Rory looked from her grandmother to her mother and back. She was all too willing to join her mother in mocking about Paris relationship to the recently died professor. She had respected this relationship, because Paris was her friend, but she always had odd feelings about it. Somehow she was afraid Asher Flemming would exploit Paris� need for being loved and accepted. When she saw Professor Flemming the very last time she realised that he was probably honest with Paris, but the odd feeling remained. Now she saw the beginning dispute between her mother and her grandmother and she knew it was wise to try to ease the tension.

"I didn�t know that you where in Yale on Tuesday, grandpa."

"So sorry, Rory that I had no time to visit you. I was there and I met Paris Gellar," Richard explained. "In fact we had a talk about Asher and his estate. Asher was my customer and he has declared Paris as administrator of his estate. I thought she would be devastated, instead I found a composed young lady who is very well capable of administer the estate of one of the great writers of our time. It is no easy task to deal with."

"I didn�t know that Asher Flemming was your customer," Lorelai said.

"Among other insurances he had a live insurance, which will be paid to his family."

"And what is Paris getting?" Rory asked. "I mean she was there for him the last month," she hurried to say.

"As far as I know Paris got an unfinished manuscript, the most valuable, if you ask me."

"God, this is crazy," Lorelai said inadvertently with an undertone of disgust.

"What exactly is crazy, Lorelai?" Emily replied.

"Forget about it, not important," Lorelai muttered and took a mouthful of bread.

"Please Lorelai," Emily was going to challenge her daughter. "It was important enough to come out of your mouth."

"Since when you consider words coming out of my mouth as important?"

"Since when you are interested in Paris Gellar?" Emily retorted.

"I�m not interested in Paris Gellar," Lorelai snapped. This was far to forceful, she thought. Don�t panic, she doesn�t mean it this way. Emily and Richard are far too conservative and clueless to even think about the possibility of two women being more than friends.

"Now Lorelai, would you please explain your thoughts to us?" Emily said in her demanding tone.

Lorelai sat herself upright as if she was going to hold a speech. "I mean Paris is a young girl, like our beloved Rory. Those girls are supposed to hang out in discos, drink alcohol, eat junk food, drive around in a car for no reason, use illegal drugs. Instead Paris was sightseeing in Oxford, brought her so-called lover to hospital, twice. The second time he died and now she has to handle the manuscript of a celebrated writer. This is not what a young lady is supposed to do."

"You�re not in a position to tell what a girl of this age is supposed to do and what she is not" Emily remarked.

"You forgot the muesli and the tea." The three other Gilmores were staring at her. "Paris is eating muesli instead of junk food and drink tea instead of beer and coke, because Professor Flemming wanted her to maintain a healthy lifestyle. And mom�s words were exactly what Paris was telling me when we were in hospital the first time. She also had her doubts. Actually except the fast food thing, I�m also not behaving like your ideal of a daughter." Rory grinned teasingly.

"I blamed myself many times for this," Lorelai answered with faked seriousness.

Thin-lipped Emily Gilmore pressed her lips together that made them looking even thinner.

"I didn�t know that you are so compassionate. Lorelai"

"Oh, please! She�s the best friend of my daughter. I know what�s going on in the life of my daughter." Lorelai stretched the word �I� and Emily was well aware of this hint. Lorelai knew, that Emily was jealous of her relationship to Rory. She had the loving relationship to her daughter Emily never had, Emily wished to have.

Lorelai had not even started the car, as Rory began to talk.

"What was this, mom?"

Lorelai looked hurt. "The usual Friday night dinner with Emily and Richard?"

"I mean your discussion about Paris."

"Hey, I haven�t started this topic. And haven�t you heard Emily�s remark about me, not in the position to tell what young ladies are ought to do? What is this woman thinking? Yes I have born you at the age of 16, where�s the problem? I have the most amazing and gifted daughter a mother can have. Also they adore you. So, why they make remarks about this? Just to insult me, to show me that I never could live up to their expectations."

"I think grandma was just a little bit annoyed that you made silly remarks about Asher Flemming."

"I just spoke the truth, but I should have known that a Gilmore is not telling the truth if it�s not a shiny one. Welcome to Emily�s world."

"You are right mom, but normally you�re more cool or just make everything sounding extremely ridiculous. At least this whole topic isn�t really our business."

Lorelai pressed her lips together, not knowing that it made her look a little bit like her mother. Right, not our business. I shouldn�t answer this. Rory isn�t that innocent. After all I have raised her. She�s reading hard-core feminist literature.

"So you�re not doing homework the whole weekend?"

Rory grinned and nodded. "I already made a list of things to do on such a weekend."

"And what�s on the list?"

"Listen, here it comes." Rory searched in her pocket for a small piece of paper.

Lorelai smiled affectionately. "Oh honey, you have waited the whole evening for the moment of you list, don�t you? Have I ever told you, that I adore your lists?"

"I love you too mom, now listen: Not getting up before 10�"

"It must be 11," Lorelai protested.

"Please wait, it�s a quit long list, that�s why I made it 10."

"Ok, go on."

"After getting up at around 10, we�ll have to go to Luke�s, drink enormous amounts of coffee, eat a lot of pancakes with syrup and cherries. We should spent one hour there watching the customers, tease Luke, empty his coffee. After that we�ll go to the video library and rent three to four films. Then it should be lunchtime. We again go to Luke�s, eat chilli fries and drink coffee. We again spend minimum one hour with Luke, but we should pay attention not to overeat. There must be room for dinner. Next we go home. Since there will be some time until dinner we could sort the CD�s. We always wanted to do this. Then is should be time to think about what to order for lunch and which movie to watch first."

"That�s a really great list."

"Thank you."

"Wait," Lorelai swallowed. "There might be a problem. What about Paris?" She glanced over to her daughter.

"Huh, to be honest, I also thought about this. Can we invite her? I mean, she�s through a lot recently. I think some companionship would do her good. Her parents aren�t at home. The death of Asher Flemming and I think she still isn�t over the loss of her Mexican nanny, you know."

"Tragique, très tragique. Pauvre, petit fille."

"Mom, the nanny was from Mexico, not from France."

"I know, but I don�t speak Spanish at all."

"It�s not right to laugh at her, loosing the nanny, she loved her like a mother," Rory said seriously.

Lorelai waved jovially. "Fine, invite her."

When Lorelai and Rory entered their house Paris was sitting on the couch and watching TV.

"Hey Paris, we�re back from my grandparents," Rory said.

"You are stating the obvious," Paris answered without looking up from the TV.

"Good evening ice queen," Lorelai muttered.

Paris ignored her. "How was it?" she asked. As Rory was opening her mouth to answer Lorelai glanced at Rory and put the finger on her lips to signal Rory not to answer.

"Just the usual bickering," was Rory�s answer. "You know what, Paris. We would like to invite you for the weekend. You don�t need to be in Yale for the weekend and�"

Paris stood up from the couch and faced Rory and Lorelai. "Oh really. I�m not sure. I don�t know what to say."

"Say yes," Lorelai suggested.

Paris sought eye contact to Lorelai. "You don�t have to do this Lorelai."

"Say yes." Lorelai insisted and looked down to her shoes.

"Ok, I say yes."

Rory looked curiously from her mother to her friend.
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