Lucas walked over and tried to touch the flowers.

Hank quickly said, “Don’t touch them, Lucas. This bouquet was given to me by Sonny.”

“Uncle Hank, the flowers are pretty. I want one too. Please give me one.”

Hank could not bear to do so. He placed the bouquet on his other side to prevent his nephew from plucking the flowers.

“The bouquet won’t look pretty if you pluck the flowers, Lucas. Chelsea, rinse a few apples for Liberty, Mr. Lewis, and Sonny.”

Lucas stopped insisting on the flower