“I suppose you are the right age… you’re the baby, aren’t you?” Solanine countered. A question for a question. “The one she would flaunt to anyone who gave her the time.” She tilted her head, curious, but Blythe ducked away, not letting this woman get a closer look at her eyes. Signa. She thought that Blythe was Signa. And for now, Blythe didn’t think it wise to clarify.
