The Truth

14

Kinsley coughed as she sat up and rolled over on the couch. But it wasn't her Aunt's cream colored fabric couch, no it was brown leather and her legs were stuck to it with sweat. She looked around and placed her hand on her forehead. She had a full memory of the events that took place the night before. There were several margarita's...she and Stevie kept up with each other all night and they polished off the whole bottle of Casamigos. With her hand on her head, she felt around for her phone. It had fallen between the arm and the couch pillow she was sleeping on. She held it in front of her face and wrinkled her nose at the unknown number that was calling her. She just let it go to voicemail, and took in her surroundings. 

Blowing out a breath she stood up and slowly trudged to. the kitchen. She opened up cupboards and drawers until she found what she needed to make coffee. Once it was brewing she opened the fridge. There wasn't much in it but she spied the trusty blueberry yogurt. She had taken her first bite and poured a cup of coffee and when she turned around she jumped and let out a tiny squeal. 

"Holy Shit, where did you come from?" 

"I have an amazing sense of smell, you have coffee brewing I'm up...Hunger Over, but I'm up. I haven't drank this much in years." 

"You didn't have to keep up with me you know...I was drinking because I was nervous." Kinsley shakes her head. 

"Well, it was a fun challenge." Stevie smirks taking her hand and placing two small pills in her hand. 

"What is it?" She winces.

"Aspirin." Stevie nods pouring her own cup of coffee. 

"I'm eating your blueberry yogurt." Kinsley stuffs a spoonful into her mouth.

"S'okay." Stevie nods. 

"So did I pass out? Is that why I was sleeping on your couch?" Kinsley inquires.

"You didn't pass out. You started drinking as soon as we got back here. I'm a historically heavy pour...but you started drinking as soon as we got home. After dinner, Jessie put on a movie...You made it halfway through and Chris pointed out that you had fallen asleep. I dumped out half of your margarita." Stevie explains. 

"It was a long week. I've had interviews up the wazoo." 

"Interviews?" 

"I've gone all around the greater Los Angeles, Santa Monica area interviewing for nursing jobs. I'm going back for a skills interview at Cedars." 

"Skills interview?" Stevie inquires. 

"I'm going to be working a day shift at Cedars on the 10th. They want to see what I can do in action. I've never heard of anything like that happening before, but I guess there's a first time for everything." Kinsley shrugs.

"Well that's good." Stevie nods.

"Can I ask you something?" Kinsley sips her coffee.

"Of course, anything..."

"Sperm Donor...who is it?" 

"I'm sorry?" 

"My biological father...who is it?" 

"Oh...Oh...um, well...Lindsey Buckingham is your biological father." 

"Alright, that was fucking easy." She slumps down into a chair sitting at the island. Stevie just cocked an eyebrow and Kinsley, seeing the look on her face, continued. "I reached out to Lindsey Buckingham, just like I tried to do with you. I brought a letter to Kristen's shop. I was about to reach out to Joe Walsh and Rick Vito." 

"Mmm, Joe Walsh was two years before you were born...I did sleep with Rick Vito, but it was after I found out I was pregnant, so there was no way you were his.  And hell, the only reason I slept with him, was because when you're pregnant, your hormones are everywhere and I was super horny and he was the closest thing." She shakes her head. 

"Hey, do you happen to know Lindsey's number?" 

"Not off the top of my head, no, why."

"Well, like I said, I gave Kristen a letter. I have no reason to believe that she gave it to him, but I got a call from an unknown number, that's actually what woke me up. I know it's not any of the places that I interviewed because it's Saturday. But, it's a California number." She tells her. 

"Did they leave a message?" Stevie asks.

"I don't know, I didn't look. My mind was focused on coffee." Kinsley shakes her head. 

"Well, you go look." Stevie laughs pointing to the living room.

"I think I wanna take a shower first. I feel stale." She sips her coffee.

"You can borrow some of my clothes, I'll take you to my shower." Stevie motions with her head. 

***

The shower was amazing and Kinsley did not want to leave it. Stevie had luxiourious shampoos and soaps that cost more than her grandmother's trailer in Michigan. The water was perfect and clear and she had a temperature control. But, sadly she did have to leave it. As soon as she touched the fluffy, fuzzy, Egyptian cotton towels she about melted. Her skin was in heaven and she just wanted to snuggle them. As soon as she was significantly dried she grabbed the clothes that Stevie had loaned her. 

Perks of being in the Palisades Mansion, was that her temperature controlled vault was on her second floor. She probably spent a hearty amount of money to install it, but all she had to do was press some buttons and the doors opened and they walked in to racks and racks of clothing. What Stevie had given her, was a pair of bell bottoms. Surprisingly they fit her perfectly and they were tight enough around her hips. Then there was an old Rolling Stones t-shirt. Kinsley didn't want to wear one of her mother's extravagant bell sleeved flowwy chiffon tops just to lounge around the house, so they ventured into her bedroom. In her walk in closet was a trunk full of old teeshirts. She looked at the Obie's teeshirt for a while and one with a strawberry on it, but she settled for an old Everly Brother's teeshirt. It was a mans shirt and she was drowning in it but she tucked it into the bells and then worked on tackling her hair. 

She didn't wash it, because drying and styling wavy hair was a chore in itself. Instead she just threw it up in a messy bun, securing it with some bobby pins she found on Stevie's counter. After she brushed her teeth with an extra toothbrush that Stevie had given her, she made her way downstairs. It was broaching noon and she could hear bustling around the kitchen. When she popped in, a woman with dark curly hair was unloading some groceries and Stevie was standing at the counter. She had gotten dressed while Kinsley was showering. 

"Oh those Bells fit you perfectly." Stevie coos seeing her. 

"Thanks, she smiles weakly." 

"Alright, so...Lori told me you wanted to talk." Stevie sighs.

"Yeah, I do have some questions." Kinsley nods. 

"Wonderful. I'm going to make lunch...I was thinking turkey, avocado, turkey bacon, tomato, and mayo." Stevie grins.

"Yeah that's fine...with what though?" Kinsley inquires. 

"What do you mean with what?" Stevie looks at her. 

"Do you have potatoes? and Oil?" Kinsley sighs.

Karen digs in the pantry and then emerges with some wimpy looking potatoes. "No oil though." 

"Baked potatoes it is." Kinsley states.