Getting on bended knee, Liberty asked her son, “Were you a good boy? Did you bother your uncle?”

“I’ve been a good boy… But I wet my pants, Mom.”

Sonny looked embarrassed when he mentioned this.

Liberty inquired, “Were you sitting anywhere?”

“Uncle’s bed.”

Liberty was speechless.

“Dunc bought me a lot of new clothes and a dress. We can keep the dress for Aunt Ser’s baby girl.”

Liberty had no words.

Duncan shopped for clothes for her son, and it included a dress too.

How dense was the guy to buy a dress for a boy?

Not the least bit awkward, Duncan drew close and handed the bag of clothes to Liberty. He then scooped Sonny up and told Liberty, “Come on. I’ll walk you two out.”

Liberty kept up the pace. “I took my e-bike.

“Mr. Lewis, how much were the clothes? Let me pay you back.”

“It’s fine. They aren’t worth much.”

“I should, though.”

Liberty insisted on returning the money to him.

Duncan hesitated for a moment before uttering, “I spent almost two thousan