Lucille in Stars Hollow

A dye day

 I ran through the cold, my breaths coming out faint clouds. The lights of Luke's illuminated through the dark, getting closer and closer. I ran in and closed the door behind me.

"What did I miss?" I asked Lorelai and Rory sitting down next to them.

"Mom's becoming a Republican," Rory informed.

"What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

Rory shook her head. "You would have to been there."

I pouted. "Well I wasn't. I was doing homework. Chilton teachers give out a lot of that."

Luke came up behind us, holding two plates with burgers on them. "Dead cow. Dead cow," he sighed, placing them in front of the girls.

I looked up at him. "Where's my dead cow?"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Coming up."

"Thank you!" I called after him. Then I turned back to my sister and mother. "So what were we talking about?"

"I've been having premonition," Lorelai explained, hauntingly.

"Oh, about what?"

"They're weird. They've been about death."

"About your death?" Rory piped.

"Yeah." Lorelai looked eery now. She was probably just being dramatic, though.

"Oh, c'mon," I said, throwing down the fry I had picked up from Rory's plate. "I don't want to hear about this."

"The thing is," my mother continued, ignoring my request, "they're all silly."

Rory looked at her warily. "What do you mean, silly."

Luke came around with my burger and placed it in front of me. "Thank you, Lucas." He turned his nose up at me then left.

"Well, in one of them, I slip on a pie and fall into a giant vat of whipped cream. In another, I eat a cookie, but it turns out to be some poisonous frog. And in another—!"

I took a bite of my burger. "I think you're too obsessed with sweets. Thats the diagnosis."

"Thanks, Freud," Lorelai drawled then continued on as I spaced out.

Lane was having a freak out. Her, Rory, Lisa, and I were walking around town together—something we do more often now that CeCe is in daycare—and Lane was talking about how her mother had a list of 7th day adventist colleges to go to.

"It was a fine collection," Lane ranted as we walked down the street toward the gazebo.

"She made you apply to every one?" Rory asked.

"And she measured my head for a wimple."

I laughed. "You're kidding, right?"

Lane shook her head and looked me dead in the eyes. "Oh, how I wish I was."

"There wasn't one that you wanted to go to?" Lisa asked, continuing on the conversation.

"Depends on what I'm looking for. Of course, all the great 7th day adventists schools were represented with their ban on dancing, gum chewing, and bowling. Quaker college was a delightful surprise with it's special appeal for Richard Nixon, who's dead but still deeply involved in campus recruiting. Oh, and the piece de resistance—she found an Amish school in Nicaragua."

My head was spinning from all the talking but I still managed to repeat, "Nicaragua?"

"Nicaragua! A big shout out to Mama Kim on that one!"