"Let's see!"
Everyone else was curious since Henry really liked Frank's gift, only to be disappointed when they saw that it was just a painting.
Gina rolled her eyes. "What's so impressive about that?"
"Exactly." Peter pursed his lips. "Some dull paintings are worth a lot less than the porcelain vase."
Henry frowned. "Dull painting? It's an Alfie Bronx piece—did you ever finish school, not knowing who he is?"
Cindy pointed at Frank. "What, just because he said so? He could say it's by King Arthur for all I care!"
"Haha!" Zeb laughed. "Sir, I don't mind telling you but paintings are easiest to fake, especially if they're old. No canvas would be preserved this well—the way I see it, it's fake."
Gina and the others nodded repeatedly. "Exactly. Mr. Larkin is right."
They had not the faintest idea about antique or art, but if Zeb said so, then it must be.
"Just throw it away already, Grandpa," Peter then told Henry. "Why would you keep a bootleg?"
Henry quickly put it away and snapped. "Shut it. I think this is the real deal, and I like it."
He could not care less if the painting was genuine—Frank gave it to him, and he would love it, real or otherwise.
Peter was already laughing in his head. "Greetings, Mr. Young."
Cindy and Zeb quickly greeted Randall as well, while Gina said, "Mr. Young, we have an art piece by Alfie Bronx. Could you take a look?"
Randall simply laughed, "No, I don't even have to look to tell that it's fake."
Everyone was confused. "What? Why?"
"Because the only privately owned Bronx piece is hanging on the wall of Gerald Simmons' office," Randall explained. "The one and only."
Zeb laughed smugly right then. "Hahaha! Did you hear that, Frank?"
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