Glitter Years

Kiss and Tell

Lorelai, Anna, and Rory were walking through the town center that was decorated for fall. "One of us has to do laundry tonight," Lorelai told them.

"Why?" Anna asks

"Because I haven't had any clean underwear for three days," She confessed.

"So right now under your skirt, you're wearing...?" Rory asked, even though she didn't want the answer.

"Not underwear." She leans in to whisper to them.

"Mom!" Her daughters screech in horror.

"It's kind of nice, breezy." She teases.

"My role model, ladies, and gentlemen," Rory sighs.

"How come you haven't run out yet?" She looks between them.

"I have more underwear than you." Anna lied.

Lorelai turns to Rory. "I don't know. I guess I have more underwear than you too." She shrugs her shoulders.

"Wait, that's not true. You both have less. Have you been doing laundry without me?" She glares at her eldest, knowing she was the more responsible of the two.

"No." She shook her head.

"Rory?" She pushed on.

"OK, one load." She put up one finger.

"And you didn't even ask if I had stuff to throw in?" Lorelai scoffs and throws her arms out.

"We had to wash our uniforms and underwear, it was a big load. There wasn't any room." Rory defends them.

"I'm crushed. I'm bleeding. Get me a tourniquet. Oh, no, they're dirty 'cause Rory wouldn't wash them with her stuff." Lorelai put on a dramatic one-woman show, as she pretends to die without dropping to the floor.

"I'm sorry. I'll do another load tonight, I promise." She apologized, knowing that her mom could go on all day.

"Never mind, I'll do my own laundry." Lorelai let out a tired sigh.

"Fine, even better," Anna said, despite the fact that Rory did her laundry.

"I hate doing laundry. Maybe I'll just buy new underwear." Lorelai groans.

They walk past Miss Patty leading her dance class in a rehearsal for the Thanksgiving dance. "I still can't believe she wouldn't let me be a pumpkin," Anna whines about her childhood.

"You were a pilgrim, it was a better part," Rory told her like she did every November.

"No one likes pilgrims. They led the trail of tears. People like pumpkins. You can carve them, bake them, and eat them." She lists as they walk into Luke's. They took a seat at the counter and watched as Taylor Doose chased around Luke.

"Every other store in town has fall decorations." Taylor hovers over Luke as he gives people their orders.

"Hoorah for the mob mentality," Luke sarcastically cheers as he moves to go behind the counter.

"We're talking a few streamers and a paper turkey. How's it going to hurt to have a paper turkey?" Taylor follows the man.

"No turkey, no squash, no pumpkins. Nothing colored orange." Luke listed the things that he wouldn't hang up in the diner. Anna puts a hand over her heart at the word pumpkin and her mom rubs her back.

"OK, you don't like orange. That's fine. Autumn has many varied hues to toy with." Taylor was trying his hardest to find common ground with the other man.

"Excuse me. Can we get some coffee, please?" Lorelai yells from the end of the counter.

"And a muffin," Rory adds on.