Oh, it’s not a problem,” Gina assured Aron before wheeling on Frank. “Go on, bring your painting.” “What are you doing, Mom?!” Helen snapped with a scowl–if the real Bronx was being hung in Gerald Simmons‘ office, Aron would definitely recognize it!

Did she really have to go that far just to humiliate Frank?

Gina giggled smugly in turn. “Don’t you dare side with him–he’s the one who kept insisting that it’s real. Let’s see what he’s going to say now!” “What…” Helen bit her lip, speechless.

On the other hand, Frank remained impassive as he passed the painting to Aron, who was stunned when he saw it.

up to him, asking, “So? Is it real?” Zeb, Cindy and Peter

painting every day for so long, since it was hung in Mr. Simmons‘ study. There’s no mistaking it.” He then remembered

earth earned them such a great

left gaping in disbelief–this was not what

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