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It’s not your place to decide she’s okay.”
    She clenched the phone very tightly. She did not raise her voice. She spoke slowly.
    “Morgan, Kinsey started her period. She’s okay. She just needed another woman and a few supplies.”
    There was an interminable silence over the line. She began to wonder if the cellular service had dropped the call.
    “Are you sure the cramps are normal?” Morgan’s voice was gruff.
    “Perfectly normal, I have them every month.”
    “Isn’t she a little young?” Jessica snuck a quick look at Kinsey, who was focused on the ice cream like it held the secret to world peace.
    “Perfectly. Normal.” She repeated. “In fact, she’s started a little later than some girls.”
    She heard him blow out a breath. When he spoke again, his voice had lost much of its urgency.
    “Okay, I’m wrapping things up here and heading home. I’m just outside of San Jose, so it will be a while. Will you stay with Kinsey until I get there?”
    “I don’t know, Morgan. Kinsey’s fine and I planned on driving back to the city.”
    “I really think Kinsey needs someone to stay with her. You were right; she needs a woman for this.”
    She wavered. She did want to stay with Kinsey. It was Morgan she wanted to avoid.
    “For God’s sake, Jessica, it’s just a few hours.”
    “Okay, okay. Don’t worry; I’ll be here until you get back.”
    She spent the next few hours talking, eating, and watching T.V. with Kinsey. It was fabulous to see Kinsey in person again, but as the night wore on it was harder and harder to relax.
    The final scrape along her screaming nerves came from Kinsey.
    “Did you see Dad last month?”
    “Mmmm, why?” This was so not something she wanted to discuss with Kinsey.
    “I saw the invite to the Masque party, and, you know, he had his tux cleaned right after, so I thought he probably went.”
    “Yeah, he was there.” No sense denying it.
    “So, umm, did you guys talk?”
    And there it was. No way did Morgan leave Kinsey home all evening with no backup adult within yelling distance. Someone out here was on the phone list.
    “Not so much.” Not a lie. They had barely talked at all.
    Jessica felt a little stab of guilt. How many times had she seen pictures of her parents together at some Hollywood event after they split? It had taken a long time before she stopped getting her hopes up that it was all going to work out.
    “It was just a party,” she said gently. “Your dad probably just wanted a night out and I happened to be there.”
    The questions were still in Kinsey’s eyes, but mercifully she dropped the subject.
    “I’m really beat, Jessica. I’m going to bed. Tell Dad I’ll see him in the morning.”
    And that was that. She was alone in the den. Kinsey, it seemed, was fine. Maybe a little too fine. Now that the panic was over, the likelihood that she had needed her, Jessica, specifically seemed slim.
    Kinsey had never completely accepted their break-up. Knowing they had seen each other again, she had obviously jumped to the wrong conclusions.
    Jessica sighed. Maybe she was making something of nothing. There was no sense worrying about it now. As soon as Morgan got home, she would leave. If this was Kinsey’s version of The Parent Trap , she would figure out quickly enough that real life seldom mirrored Hollywood.
    Restless, Jessica wandered around the den. On the counter that housed the entertainment system, Jessica found her photo of Kinsey and Sandy at the beach. It was in the kitschy seashell frame she had bought from a beach vendor. There were dozens of other framed photos scattered over the counter: A proud Morgan holding a baby Kinsey; Kinsey and Morgan posing with snowboards on a mountain slope; a tiny Kinsey on Santa’s lap; Kinsey and her friends eating hotdogs by the pool.
    She examined each of the pictures carefully, storing away the little glimpses into a life she had almost shared. There were no pictures of her. She hadn’t expected there to