Tiskets, Taskets and Tristans
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“Why
didn’t he kiss me goodnight?” Rory cried out entering the kitchen in a huff.
“Honey,
I’m sure I don’t know” Lorelai stirred her coffee
methodically. She was tired of answering
the question. It had been two days of
answering the question, two very long days, “maybe your deodorant stopped
working and he was just being polite.”
“I
don’t think so…” Rory muttered but nevertheless took a subtle whiff of
“Well…
maybe he had a cold sore and was being considerate”
“Eww!
disgusted, but came back a minute later just as Lorelai
was about to take a sip of her coffee.
“Why
didn’t he want kiss me goodnight?!”
“Oh!”
Lorelai burned herself.
“I
mean, wouldn’t you want to kiss me? I’m
kissable. Right?
“Not
at this particular moment, no” Lorelai tensely teased
“What
if you were him?” Rory asked again.
“Oh,
well then yes. Though were
I him, I would have some serious questions about my wardrobe…”
at the frayed T-shirt that read “Four Less Years!”
Rory
started to turn away but turned back to her mother, who spoke up first,
“Darling,
call him”
“But--”
“Call
him! You’re driving mommy crazy!”
Lorelai
left, but then again,
“I
thought you didn’t like him?” Rory caught her mother mid-sip this time.
“Well,”
Lorelai swallowed, “I’m not too fond of
so I’m sure he will too, for the time being.
So take advantage of mommy’s temporary lapse in judgement
and call him before you give me an aneurysm!”
Rory
answered by turning around and going back to her room.
Lorelai
tired. Being the “cool” mom was
exhausting work. She wanted nothing more
than to go with her gut and say,
don’t like this, I have a funny feeling in my stomach which may or may not be
Kirk’s Tuna-Doritos casserole surprise but I am going to go with mother’s
intuition and just say you can’t see this kid.
Period.
End of story.”
She
wouldn’t do that though, she was Lorelai, the
anti-Emily.
my mother always looked refreshed and invigorated
bothered to try… she was definitely not cool, “cool” would not step within 100
feet of that house…
Lorelai
“I
am a cool mom.”
with the fact that Rory apparently liked this “Tristan”… even if Rory had
tried, for two days, to convince her otherwise…
“I don’t like like
Tristan… but I don’t hate him either… I
mean I don’t think I hate him…”
Lorelai had tried to clear things up.
hate him… Just one hate”
like you like him like him”
one like”
hate…?” Lorelai looked on feeling a knot in her
stomach.
cancel each other out?”
think so wouldn’t you?...”
“Sure
honey.” Lorelai muttered to herself with a heavy sigh,
“you don’t like him like him, just please don’t convince yourself that you love
love him…”
“Mom!
I gotta go!” Rory exploded out of her room. “
“Wha?”
“I
gotta go!
Tristan’s flight leaves at ten, he’s already left for the airport!”
“Where
am I?” Lorelai
looked around the room, “Are we in the series finale of Friends?”
“Mom!”
“Yeah,
go.” Lorelai dug through her purse and tossed her
daughter the keys, “Be careful!”
The
door slammed shut before Lorelai could finish in a
resigned whisper,
“…with you heart.”