The sound of screaming filled Lotilucia's ears. She covered them, groaning and rolling her eyes. It was probably just some overreaction...

Again.

"LOTTIE! LOTTIE, HELP! I'M DYING!" Lorelai shouted. "I'M BLEEDING OUT! CALL 911!"

Lotilucia shot up from her seat, rushing to her sister. The worried look quickly slid off of her face, replaced with annoyance and exasperation.

"You're not dying." Lotilucia sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. She definitely didn't get paid enough for this. "You know, when girls reach a certain age..."

"What?" Lorelai was still panicking. "Am I ill?"

"They... ah..."

"What?" Lorelai repeated, more urgently.

"We call it shark week."