The Truth

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"You're serious about doing this?" Kitty asks tying her blonde straight mid back length hair back into a ponytail.

 Everyone called them the blondie twins, because Kinsley had shoulder length blonde waves. Like literally blonde waves. She didn't style them that's just how they were, and they both had brown eyes. They were both short, the only difference between the two of them was that Kinsley tended to dress in boho dressy where as Kitty was-season depending-shorts and a tank top, or jeans and a sweatshirt. 

"Kitty, I just need to know." She sighs.

"You do have a right to know." Kitty shrugs crossing her arms over her chest.

"I just need you to make a decision for me." Kinsley rolls her eyes.

"I've known you long enough to know that if I make a decision for you, you're going to do the opposite." Kitty tells her.

"So what do I do?" Kinsley begs.

"Buy the damn tickets." 

"What?" 

"You're 25 years old, you know virtually nothing about your biological life, there's nothing in this town for you. I have Jake, you have a shitty fire hazard for a house." Kitty Shrugs. Jake was her husband, they had been married since December and sure enough Kinsley was her maid of honor. 

"So what are you getting at?" 

"I'll go with you...I'm not working right now, because we're getting ready to move to Salt Lake City, I'll go with you...You'll have to cover my ticket but we can split gas, food, and hotel costs. We had been talking about doing a road trip together since we could drive. Sure it's not going to be the type of road trip we had wanted to do, but it'll be a road trip none the less, one last little hoorah before I move hours and hours and hours away from your ass." Kitty shrugs.

"You'd really do this for me?" Kinsley asks.

"You've had a horrible life, and Stevie Nicks might not be any better, but at least she has to be better than Betty and George." Kitty shrugs.

"They're both dead to me." She rolls her eyes.

"Betty is literally dead..." Kitty trails off.

"She was dead to me long before she died." Kinsley tells her.

"Let's go for it...come on I'll help us pick out our seats." Kitty moves over to the HP computer on the kitchen table. 

Once they had everything purchased, Kitty looked at the calendar. "Alright, we have nine weeks to get to Wantagh New York, that's about a fifteen hour drive...when should we leave?" 

"June 26th." 

"June 26th." Kitty nods.

Later that night after dinner, Kinsley found herself in her bedroom. She still had nine weeks, but she just needed to start packing, she needed to get her life gathered up because even if this whole process fell flat, she wanted a change. She wanted to do something different and she knew that she couldn't stay in Michigan forever. Being an RN she could go anywhere she wanted and that was another bonus. All she knew was that she needed to go and she needed to go quickly. 

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June 26th,  2012

June 26th couldn't have come fast enough. Kinsley and Kitty loaded up the car - it was a 2012 silver Buick, her grandmother had gifted it to her before she passed away - and once they had made themselves comfortable in their seats, before Kinsley peeled out of the driveway, she looked at Kitty. 

"I did something." Kinsley brings her red painted fingernail up to her teeth.

'What did you do?" Kitty asks.

"I um made fifty copies of the letter." 

"Why would you waist ink and paper on fifty copies of your letter?" 

"I also put 50 of my Polaroids in the envelope." One of her hidden talents was that she took amazing pictures. She preferred polaroids but it didn't matter what she was taking the pictures on, they always turned out amazing. 

"Again, why..." 

"Because I just have the feeling that every time I try and do something it's not going to go my way, and I just need to do this Kitty." She sighs.

"If your mom doesn't work are you going to try to find your dad?" Kitty sighs as she climbs into the car.

"I don't know who my biological father is. There's not an inkling in any of my paperwork." She shrugs.

"Where's your mom's letter?" Kitty asks.

"Glove Box." She sighs.

Kitty digs in the glove box, and then she opens the envelope. Kinsley pulls out of the driveway and listens to the GPS as Kitty skims the paper. "It says that your father worked with your mother...and he quit in 1986 before she could tell him she was pregnant...According to my dad, Lindsey Buckingham leaving Fleetwood Mac in 1987 was a travesty and the people that they hired to replace him absolutely fucked up the band." 

"Okay, so we have a potential suitor for my father, but he doesn't know about me Kitty, and if he doesn't know about me, I can't just like show up on his doorstep and say hey, I think you're my dad." She shrugs.

"No but you can at least do what you're trying to do with Stevie. I'm not saying that you stalk his tour, no I'm simply saying you could write him a letter. You don't know much about Fleetwood Mac, but I was raised on them. Lindsey's not as famous as Stevie he's pretty much lived a homemaking life. He has three kids with a woman named Kristen Messner she....she's your ticket" 

"What?" 

"Kristen Messner is an interior decorator you can call her and tell her that you're thinking about redesigning your house and then you could meet with her. Be nice, try and make it about the business, and if she asks why you chose her you could simply say...I think you're my step mom. She'll probably get offended and try to kick you out, but you're fucking resilient as all hell, so you won't back down, and say no...I think, it doesn't mean that I am, but hear me out and read these....Give her a copy of Stevie's letter, give her a copy of your birth certificate, your adoption papers, your picture and write a note to them yourself, don't give her the note you wrote for Stevie, you're good at writing notes, make it personalized." Kitty shrugs.

"I guess I could, I think I'm going to stay in Los Angeles after the tours over. Try to restart there as you're going to Salt Lake City so I'll be in the area." Kinsley tells her.

"There you go...trust me Kins, it's all going to work out." 

"I hope you're right."