Chéri had misunderstood. They tilted their head back, trying to make out the point. Yes, Francis liked men, that much was clear, and his dead male lover was called Lewis. But what about Louise? Who was she? Chéri needed an extra minute. Ah! Amour. How could they explain? They embraced themselves and did the kissing gesture, then drew big circles around with their arms in the air.

A break.

For the second part, they pointed at their heart and shook their head. That was their explanation.