Ring a ling...ring a ling..ling ling,
Androusey residence, Gerald speaking, how may I help you?
This is me, can you talk, not at the moment, and you shouldn't be calling me here, Gerald had whispered.
I'll call you tomorrow, from an outside line, as the phone went click on the other end.
Thornton had been listening from the upstairs line, little did Gerald know.
I'll meet you downstairs for supper my dear, as he turned away from Claire's view.
Thornton ran downstairs, unplugging the phone from the outlet.
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