And it happened. Cissie and Bobbi now knew of each other. And he had every suspicion that they would eventually meet up together at some point and share stories and god knew what else about him. But things happened. And he still loved them in their own respective ways.
Rubbing his head he looked at them. "Cissie, this is my wife Bobbi. Bobbi, this is my unofficial adopted little sister Cissie." He grabbed a fry and stabbed his ketchup with it. He glanced at his fries then at Cissie and nudged the plate at her in case she wanted one.