Mrs. Kim is locking up for the night as Lane tiredly tells her that all her chores are done, she's not hungry, and she's going upstairs. Mrs. Kim watches her go and finally gets mad. "Lane Kim!" she yells. "Come down, now." Obediently, Lane comes down and follows her mother around as she closes all the blinds and shutters, and into the kitchen, where Mrs. Kim demands that she sit. From the cabinet, she pulls out a bottle of liquor, and pours the most miniscule drops into two tiny cups. "Lane," she says, raising her cup. "It's been six weeks since you came home. You have grieved, and now we move on." Lane pauses, thinking, and finally nods. They toss back their drinks and look at each other, smiling. Mrs. Kim slams her cup down, saying, "One more." Hooray! I need to get some of whatever it is in that bottle.
At Lorelai's, Lorelai and Paul Anka are admiring the wedding dress hanging on the closet door. He barks, and she says she knew it; there is something wrong with the dress. No, he just wanted her to open her closet, so that he could get a shoe. The phone rings, and it's Rory. "Guess who's crazy?" she says. "Me." Lorelai sits down, asking if she should get popcorn for the story. Rory tells her all about seeing Logan and him saying he loved her and how she freaked out in the doctor's office: "I hyperventilated, and had to breathe into a paper bag." Lorelai asks whether Rory believes Logan when he says he loves her, and she says that maybe she can find out next week in therapy. Her mom is surprised that she has to go back: "I'm so sorry you're a nut! Don't let them put you on any of those pills. Tom Cruise would be very upset." Hee. Rory says she has to go do a bunch of reading, and Lorelai tells her to remember to blame everything on Grandma. "Will do," Rory says. I have to agree that it's a good idea.