"It's indeed time to tell Irene. Tell her to come either tomorrow or this Sunday."
Finding no faults with Calix's suggestion, Leslie nodded despite feeling heavyhearted. She felt bad because Irene had been wanting to meet her over one week ago[01].
Leslie persuaded Irene to delay their meeting until after the latter's exam. It seemed like the time had come.
"Okay... I'll tell Irene to come tomorrow..." Leslie pursed her lips, seemingly lost momentarily in her thoughts. Opening her mouth, she resumed, "No matter what, she'll be shocked... to meet Poppy..."
Leslie drifted her eyes from Calix's face to Calliope. The little dumpling was sleeping on her father's lap. Perhaps the energy she spent playing in the pool led her to sleep earlier than usual.
Calix glanced at Calliope. Letting out a helpless chuckle, he patted the little one's bum.