Your Father Dutch sighs, as your mother comes storming in the tent and muttered. "What’s wrong now?"

"I’ve seen you looking at her, Dutch." Molly said angrily, her eyes glaring at him like a predator about the lunge outta nowhere. "Who?" Dutch said simply, annoyed.

"You know who!" Molly said in a yellish-type of a tone, "Getting too old for you, am I? That’s how it usually works with you, isn’t it?" Molly said angrily.

"You’re Delusional…again." Dutch said simply his elbows resting.