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"𝐒𝐎, 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈'𝐌 in touch with the other side" Lorelai states sending us an intimidating glance. We're all sat around a table and waiting on the food that we ordered from Luke.
"With the other side of...?" I reply expecting her to complete my sentence.
"The other side" her tone becomes creepy too.
"Of the door?" I grin thinking of how well my Taylor Swift quote fits into this conversation.
"Republicans?" Mom frowns.
"No! Lately, I've been having these dark premonitions."
Luke arrives with three plates laying on his right arm and another two on his left, man...I have got to learn to bring plates like that. "Oh! About what?" Rory asks her curious while moving her arms so that Luke can leave her food in front of her.
"Dead cow, dead cow, dead cow, dead cow, and another dead cow. Enjoy" he announces every single plate as he lays our dinner before us.
"Don't be too cheery, or your heart might explode" I tease him, but he doesn't even try to tease back.
"That's weird..." Lorelai whispers.
"He's always weird" Susan shrugs picking up a fry.
"No, I mean, my premonitions have been about death. About my death."
"I don't wanna hear this!" Rory complains.
"And the thing is they're all silly."
"What do you mean, silly?" I frown and then I take a bite of a fry.
"In one, I slip on a banana peel and fall into a giant fat of whipped cream!"
"Silly and fattening" Mom adds sarcastically.
"In another, a turtle eats me."
"A turtle? How?" Susan giggles at the thought of it.
"Very slowly. There's lots of chewing."
"And in your premonition, you didn't run away from what is perhaps the slowest land animal on the Earth?" Rory asks knowing that this premonition thing is insanity.
"His first bite injects me with an immobilizing poison" she replies acting as if it was obvious.
"Well, she left that part out" I joke speaking to Rory.
"Now, the last one's a little more gory. I'm out hunting—" Lor starts to explain.
"A favorite Lorelai Gilmore pastime" Mom jokes making us lightly chuckle.
"And my shotgun backfires," she says mimicking the backfiring "and my whole face spins around a bunch of times and winds up in the back of my head like Daffy Duck!"
