Morris Jackson lifted his hand to Lyra Smith's face, gently rubbing his fingertips on her cheek: "Just in case, you should talk to Sophia Jackson first."
Lyra immediately understood what her uncle meant.
He was afraid that Sophia, the big mouth, would say something wrong during dinner later.
She nodded and then pulled Sophia to go outside together.
"Hey, wait a minute, I'm wearing high heels tonight," Sophia said as she hurried to follow Lyra.
Outside.
There was no one around.
Sophia pulled her arm away from Lyra's hand and tidied her clothes to avoid showing an unladylike side of herself if Frank Smith came to see her.
But thinking about the questions she wanted to ask, she unconsciously put her hands on her hips.
She asked Lyra, "Okay, tell me, what's going on?"
Lyra pretended not to know: "Nothing's going on."
"Come on, your uncle just said that you should make it clear to me to avoid me saying something wrong with my big mouth later."
"..."
