Sometimes I can't believe how old I am, I feel fit as a fiddle. But looking at Fiona ready to take charge of the hood...well, I am feeling my age. I wish I could travel to the other hoods with her, but I feel it would be best to stay and keep an eye on my grandson, Bill. He seems to have a way with the ladies and I'm not very fond of that. He must be careful, especially since he represents the Kent family now.
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