"People will talk," Lorelai said saucily as the door to Amy's chambers clicked shut. They'd met in a Hartford coffee shop last month, got to talking about daughters, men, and how long one could attempt to extend one's idealistic youth. ("You'd love my mother," Amy had said. "You'd hate mine," Lorelai'd replied.)
"People always talk," said Amy. "Some people don't feel whole unless they're spreading a rumour." She leaned in over Lorelai, whose back was against the door, and turned the lock. "A courthouse is like a college dorm."
"I never went to college. Is this what I missed?"
Amy thought back to her junior year, and Debbie Miklowski from econ seminar. Debbie with the long legs and boisterous laugh. Debbie of the all night study session and the two bottles of beaujolais.
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Hm, it appears "line" has become "drabble".
Date: 2005-08-17 10:51 am (UTC)"People always talk," said Amy. "Some people don't feel whole unless they're spreading a rumour." She leaned in over Lorelai, whose back was against the door, and turned the lock. "A courthouse is like a college dorm."
"I never went to college. Is this what I missed?"
Amy thought back to her junior year, and Debbie Miklowski from econ seminar. Debbie with the long legs and boisterous laugh. Debbie of the all night study session and the two bottles of beaujolais.
"Pretty much, yeah."