Matty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...
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"We gots problems, Carl. Youse better get down to Sandy Cove, right now."
The cellphone went dead in his hand.
"Tanya? Tanya?"
Lindsay sat in a chair across from her husband. Carl got up immediately and put on his coat.
"Was it someting Ise didn't say?" Lindsay chuckled.
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"Git yer coat on hun. That was Tanya and she sounds all in a tizzy."
Lindsay took a mouthful of coffee and stood up.
"What's goin' on?"
Carl shook his head, as he put on his toque.
"Don't knows. She jest says someting goin' on at Sandy Cove."
Lindsay quickly got her coat and joined her husband at the front of the Pub. As soon as they walked outside, they saw several motor homes drive past them. They looked up the road and saw several more leaving the Bay.
"What the fuck?" Carl swore.
He stepped into the road and stopped the next motor home. He recognized the woman driving the vehicle.
The woman opened the window next to her.
"Hey Carl."
"Monica. What is goin' on?"
The woman shrugged.
"Don't rightly knows, Carl. Da boss showed up 'ere dis morning, 'ad a meetin' with us and told us all to go home."
