In Which Kit Gilmore Learns to Navigate a New World.
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In Which Lorelai Gilmore gave birth to two daughters, Kit 'Never Christine' Gilmore is a Cello playing, Tight wearing, Pancake loving, Sci Fi consuming, wild child, tiring to Navigate her New...
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"Who's crazy Sissy." Kit asked her mother, the four Gilmore girls sat around the dinner table waiting on her grandfather. After their main course of some kind of garlic chicken, their dinner was interrupted by a phone call their grandfather had received, leaving just Rory and Kit to supervise their mother and grandmother.
"That's terrible. Sissy was a good friend of yours." Emily Gilmore scowled at her daughter's immaturity.
"Mom, Sissy talked to her stuffed animals and they answered her." Lorelai countered.
"Let's just start a new topic." Kit suggested trying to defuse the situation, pulling on the sleeves on the navy cardigan she was wearing over the pink pleated dress she was becoming surer and surer she didn't actually like.
"Not possible!"
"She said a new topic, Mom."
"Everything's a joke. Everyone's a punch line." Her grandmother commented, taking another sip of coffee.
"OK, I'm sorry."
"My daughter. Henny Youngman." Kit and Rory glanced at each other from across the table, trying to find their sniggers as their grandfather finally returned.
"Sorry for that. A little trouble with our China office. Well. What did I miss?" He said, unfolding his napkin, before taking a sip of his coffee
"Mom was being impossible and then she turned into a Jewish comedian." Kit told him with raised eyebrows which he slightly matched with a smile before turning to his wife and daughter.
"Ah. Well, continue."
"Thank you. Where was I?" Emily smiled.
"Uh, Joseph Stanford is coming tomorrow." Rory reminded her.
"Yes. So, Girls, your grandfather and I thought it might be nice after dinner for you to go around the house and pick out what you'd like us to leave you in our wills." Emily explained.
Kit ears perked up, her grandmother had excellent taste in furniture, often spending the weekend at auctions and antique stores.
"Take a look at that desk in my office. It's a really fine Georgian piece." Richard told them.
"Why don't I ever bring a tape recorder to these dinners?" Lorelai mumbled.
"Oh, well, anything you want to leave me is fine," Rory said.
"Nonsense. You should have what you like." Their grandmother stated.
"What about the Armoire in the blue guest room." Kit asked, taking a sip of lemonade ignoring the looks she was getting from her mother, as her grandmother smiled.
