After saying that, Baker sisters both stared meaningfully at Junior Talkington.
Junior Talkington immediately understood: "You mean.....?"
"We don't mean anything." Rosalind Wood, on this matter, was already a veteran.
How could she be the hottest goddess in the C City's elite circles for so long without having a few tricks up her sleeve?
She picked up her wine glass, sipping lightly, "No matter what Junior Talkington plans to do... whether it's to reveal her true identity, or to create a 'true identity' for her, it has nothing to do with us."
Rosalind Wood put her arm around her sister's shoulder: "We sisters, noticing the resemblance between Adrian Clegg's fiancee and your family's little daughter, were merely hoping to facilitate a family reunion."
Junior Talkington came to understand what the Baker sisters meant.
He smiled cheerily as he took the slip of paper from them: "Well then, let me write something to you lovely ladies on behalf of the Talkington family."
