The next day, it was drizzling and foggy outside.
Wendy was making breakfast in the kitchen while Vicki was peeping outside the door. She made an OK gesture to Gerald and sneaked back to her room.
"Beep, beep..."
The phone was hung up automatically, but Louis didn't answer it.
Looking anxious, Vicki frowned and asked Gerard to call him again.
A familiar beep.
Hello.
Louis Wellington's deep voice came through the phone.
He carefully pressed the speaker button, but the voice was lowered to avoid being noticed by Wendy outside.
"It's me." Gerald's voice was similar to junior Louis's.
Louis asked in a soft voice, "Gerald, what's wrong?"
"I want to ask Uncle Louis when you are free and I want to have a talk with you."
Gerald's grown-up tone sounded very strong on the phone. Louis vaguely knew what they wanted to talk about with her. He also wanted to have an appointment with the babies.
This was the so-called tacit understanding.