Consciousness returned, how much later is anybody's guess. The drapes on the bedroom windows were drawn but it was undeniably daytime. Soft music filtered into my head. I was alone in the room. The telltale odor of sex permeated my brain. Sitting up was much easier than I thought it would be, because I had been sober for the better part of four days and had undoubtedly slept longer than any time in previous memory.
It took a few minutes for all the cobwebs to dissipate, allowing my whereabouts to register: Mitsy's bedroom. Fatigue has a way of dulling the memory process so I had to think back on the past couple of days to chronically organize how I came to be here. Slowly I put it all together and smiled to myself. Lainie and Mitsy are some pair.
I pulled my chinos on, and padded barefoot for the kitchen. I figured that if I couldn't find any coffee, there was plenty of beer in the fridge. Alas, a freshly constructed pot of coffee, with instructions written on a post-it note, stating the proper operation of the appliance, stood on the island in the center of the big kitchen. I mashed the button and waited until I heard the first pop from the coffee maker, then decided to have a beer anyway.
The cold brew tasted good going down, but splashed into a very empty stomach. I guessed that it would be a good plan to find a snack so I returned to the fridge and mad myself a big sandwich while the coffee perked away. Feeling human again, which is a challenge some mornings, I wandered back down the hall to catch a quick shower and find my bag to get a change of clothes. The music seemed to come from all over the house at the same time so I assumed it was canned into the rooms over a central music system. As yet, I could see no speakers sitting around. But, that's not unusual these days, as speakers can be very small, have great frequency response, and be cleverly tucked away so as not to be seen. I on the other hand, prefer monster cabinets with big woofers, mid-range drivers and high-range tweeters pushed by hundreds of watts of power, which allow you to vibrate the neighbor's windows no matter how far away they live.
The clock by the bed warned it was 5:30 in the afternoon. I'd been asleep for about fifteen hours, which is as much sleep as I accumulate in a full week sometimes. My energy would be boundless. I heard the phone ring and considered letting it ring, but curiosity reared its gnarly head and I picked up the fancy French style receiver.
"Mitsy's" I rasped into the phone.
"Daddy?" Lainie inquired.
"'Zat you, Lainie?" I questioned.
"Yes, Daddy," Lainie replied. "Are you all right?"
"Best I've felt in years," I said. "Where are you?"
"In my car." She said. "Can we come over?"
"It's not my house, Sweetie." I answered. "But I'm sure your mother wouldn't object."
"See you in a few minutes, then." She added, breaking the connection.
I wondered what would happen this time. Every time I've seen Lainie, we've ended up in bed and never got a chance to discuss our situation. And now with her mother's freshly renewed interest in my old bones, I had no idea what to say to her. I'll let her do the talking, I decided.
Lainie must have been in the neighborhood, because it only took her a few minutes to get here. I was in the kitchen renewing a cup of coffee when she waltzed through the front door and into the kitchen. An extraordinarily pretty girl followed her into the room.
"This is Sarah, my oldest daughter." Lainie announced.
Sarah did her mother and grandmother proud. She is cast from the same mold as Lainie. Standing behind them, you'll never tell them apart. They are within a few pounds of the same weight, with Lainie having just a bit more in the chest, which comes from twenty years of motherhood. The same corn silk hair and deeply tanned skin make them nearly twins.
"The pleasure is all mine," I answered, appraising my newly found granddaughter.
"Behave yourself," Lainie said to both of us. "Can we talk?"
"I'm all ears." I replied.
"I'm going out by the pool," Sarah proclaimed, leaving us standing in the kitchen.
Lainie took a seat on a barstool. I fished a couple of brews from the fridge and opened them. I handed one to Lainie and leaned against the counter facing her. She fired a cigarette and blew a plume of smoke skyward.
"You and momma get it on last night?" Lainie asked.
"We did." I said. "Is this a problem?"
"Not for me." She responded. "I told her you were still a stud."
"Thanks for the rating," I said.
"She called and asked me to look in on you," Lainie said. "She's not sure you approve of us."
"I gotta admit, I'm a little confused at the sudden interest," I stated.
"You can blame it on me, if you want," Lainie replied. "I didn't actually tell anybody that I was on my way to Florida to find you. I just said I had to take care of something and I'd be gone for a few days. I really had no intention of climbing into bed with my own father."
"But you did." I said.
"Yes, and I wouldn't take it back for a million bucks!" Lainie asserted. "You could leave right this minute, and if I never see you again, I'll always remember you. I know now, what went on in mother's head all those years. I'll never regret what we did. Besides, I think it's exciting."
