AN: Sorry about the wait. This is not my best work, but I have absolutely no inspiration for any of my fics at the moment. I have had complete and total writers block. I'm not sure when I will have another chapter out, but as soon as my muse returns I promise I'll work on my stories.
Chapter 4
Emily looked across the small table at Shira. She was much more relaxed around her than she had been a few weeks before. It had been just over two weeks since they began their alliance. In that time, Rory and Logan both went to court and both received ten hours of community service. Emily couldn't have been more pleased. She knew that she made the right choice in allowing Mitchum to handle it. According to Shira, he had the judge on a payroll.
"Now that the unpleasant business is over," Shira referred to the court date as she set her menu down, "I think we should move our plan along."
Emily smiled. "I agree. What do you think we should do?"
"Well, Lorelai never taught Rory the things necessary for her to take her place in society. That responsibility now falls to you." Shira paused, taking a sip of her red wine. "She needs to join the DAR."
Emily nodded. She always dreamt of Lorelai joining the DAR and marrying Christopher. Her daughter would have been wonderful at planning the events. That dream would never come true, but now Rory would live it.
"Consider it done." Emily informed the blonde sitting across from her.
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Later that day Emily walked into the kitchen, shocked at the sight waiting for her.
"¿Le gusta ver football en la televisión o le gusta jugar?" Rory spoke to the maid.
"Rory!" Emily couldn't help but shout, appalled that her granddaughter was speaking to the maid.
"Oh! Grandma, you scared me." Rory told her, putting her hand over her heart.
"Hello, Mrs. Gilmore." The maid said in a timid voice.
"What is going on in here?" Emily couldn't help but demand. Help did not converse with their employers!
"Um, we were just," Rory paused, looking down at her hands, "Well, we were polishing silver." She finished with a smile.
It was all Lorelai's fault! That was the only explanation. She ran off from home to go live in a shack and work as a maid, raising Rory to think that doing menial work was okay. Her granddaughter would be fine, she just needed to be taught. Yes, between her and Shira Rory would turn out just fine. Thank God she had got Rory away from Lorelai's influence while there was still time!
"Esperanza, the vacuum is still sitting in the foyer." Emily chillingly spoke, glaring at the maid.
The maid just looked at her confused. Lord, it was so difficult to find good help!
Emily simply couldn't take it anymore. "The vacuum!" She shouted, "The vacuum!"
"Oh, si! Yes, ma'am. Si." The maid replied, scurrying out.
Emily continued to glare until the maid was out of the room. Finally, she turned to Rory. "Tell me she didn't ask you to help."
"Oh, no. No, she didn't. I just - I don't know, I just thought I would pitch in."
Oh what, oh what did Lorelai teach this girl? "Well, you shouldn't! This is her job, she's paid to do this." She explained. Emily could see she had her work cut out for her.
"I know."
"And what was that language?" She sniffed. She certainly didn't like someone coming into her home and saying things she didn't understand
"Spanish."
"Spanish? They don't like when you talk to them, Rory, it throws them off their axis." She explained, shaking her head.
"She seemed fine." Rory protested.
At that point Emily thought it best to drop the subject. "Is that a bathing suit?" She questioned, looking at Rory's clothing.
"Yeah, yeah, I was going to go swimming earlier." Rory noticed Emily's pointed glare. "In fact, I think I'll go do that now."
"Yes. A swim would be good." Emily agreed, needing Rory to leave the room so she could plot.
"Okay. Well, see you later." Rory said, quickly making her exit.
Emily stared at the silver with disapproval. She would need to teach Rory never to help the maids. Or to talk to them unless giving them orders. Or to speak their language. In fact, she would fire Esperanza so no further incidents would occur.
Shira was right, she would need to teach Rory many, many things. She wasn't ready for the position in society she should take. But damn it, she would be! Rory would be at the top of society, even if it was the last thing Emily did.
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The next day Emily sat on her patio enjoying some drinks with a few girls from the DAR. She looked up to see Rory enter the yard.
"Oh, excuse me." The young girl said.
"Rory! What a coincidence! We were just talking about you earlier." Emily beamed. This would be a golden opportunity to see how she fit in with other dignified women.
"You were?" Rory questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Come in, sit with us for a minute." She patted a chair.
Jean spoke up. "This is Rory?"
"She's made of porcelain!" Nora gushed.
"Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt." Rory said, looking around.
"Beautiful skin." Jean agreed, shaking her head in wonder.
"Like one of your yard roses." Karen added, scrutinizing Rory's complexion.
"I want to miniaturize her and set her on my mantle." Nora told the group, still looking at Rory's clear face.
Emily couldn't have been happier with the situation. The ladies were absolutely falling over themselves at Rory's beauty. Next time they would see her she certainly wouldn't be wearing jeans. Emily was sure of that.
"You interrupted nothing." She informed Rory, looking around at the women who quickly nodded in agreement.
Karen caught Rory up on the discussion. "Nora was just defending her choice."
"Her choice?"
Emily smiled. "Cover your ears, Rory."
"It's Alexander Hamilton. No debate." Nora declared her choice.
"Over Washington." Karen clarified.
"And Jefferson." Jean added.
"Direct, proud. That chin, and those blazing eyes." Nora began to revel in delight.
Emily quickly cut in. She knew that Nora could go on for hours. "They're discussing the forefathers."
Jean spoke up. "Choosing, to be more accurate."
"Which one was the greatest?" Rory questioned.
Emily couldn't help but smile. Rory and her innocent questions.
"Lover."
"Oh, dear." Rory said, astonished.
"Girls, please. She's just a child." Emily broke in.
Karen continued anyway. "Most of us picked Washington or Jefferson. There was one vote for James Madison."
"Two abstentions." Emily added.
"And I chose the stud on the ten." Nora said.
"It's the drinks. I have to start watering them down." Emily told everyone, sniffing at her drink slightly. She knew Karen was on her fourth, and the others had at least that many. Tea parties had nothing on their get togethers.
"So we finally meet the famous Rory." Jean stated.
"I'm famous?"
Emily took this as a chance to speak up. Yes, yes, her plan would go just fine. "You're wanted."
Emily smiled as Karen proclaimed "She's perfect for us." Karen was the toughest of the group to convince. If she had Karen's approval, then the others would be easy as can be.
Rory looked at her grandmother. "For what?"
This was it! This was the moment she had been waiting for years. "A job's opened up at our DAR office downtown."
She knew Nora would help her convince Rory. And she wasn't disappointed. "We need someone smart, sharp-looking."
"And the hours are extremely flexible." Jean added.
"It just fell out of the sky into our laps. Isn't that something?" Emily lied through her teeth. She moved hell and high water to get Cissy Livenston out of the spot in the past day. Nothing and no one would stop her from seeing her granddaughter in the DAR.
"Yes." Rory agreed.
Emily continued to sell the position, "You could even work from home occasionally. It's mostly phone work."
Ok, so maybe it wasn't the complete, absolute, total truth. There would be phone work. Some of it could be done from home. But most importantly, Rory would be seen in the DAR office often. She would become even more known. The other ladies would wish their granddaughters were like Rory. She would take her place.
Emily was so lost in her day dream of Rory in the DAR office she barely heard Nora speak. "You'd be perfect for us."
"Well, um, thank you all for thinking of me, and yes, it does sound perfect." Rory finally agreed.
"Good." Was all Emily said on the outside. Inwardly, she was throwing a party. She couldn't wait to call Shira and tell her the good news!
Then, Karen just had to begin to damper the parade. "When did you join, Rory?"
Damn, damn, double damn! She knew she should have taken care of that first.
"Join?" Rory questioned.
Karen clarified her statement. "The DAR."
"Oh. Well, um, I haven't."
Emily put a quick stop to that. "Yet."
"She'd have to join to work in the office." Jean said.
Emily watched as her granddaughter blinked in surprise. "Oh."
"Don't worry, the term "shoo-in" was coined for a figurine like you." Nora told Rory, having noticed the look on her face.
"Don't worry. The paperwork's all filled out and ready. It's a formality." Emily said, grateful she at least completed the paper work. She would have completely forgot had Shira not mentioned it.
"Do you not eat? Do you not drink? The irish coffee is astounding." Nora changed the subject.
Emily beamed. "Oh, yes, Rory, our meeting's done. We're just gabbing. Go change and join us."
Nora giggled scandalously. "And be thinking of the forefather you fancy."
"Well, um, I can't." Rory stammered.
"Why not?" Emily turned to face her granddaughter. She wasn't aware of any plans.
Rory smiled, "Logan's picking me up. He's taking me to lunch."
Emily felt her heart jump at that. Perfect, absolutely perfect!
"Oh, you're going to match the drapes in our office perfectly." Nora squealed, taking in Rory's appearance one last time.
Emily beamed, watching as Rory walked away. As soon as the girls left she would ring Shira and tell her all about the events. The plan was moving along perfectly. Rory would be in the DAR soon. Next, she needed to remove all denim from her wardrobe.