"I'll git it, hun," Carl yelled, as he went to the front door.
When he opened it, he saw Billy and Eva Rideout.
"Hey guys. What's up?"
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Billy shrugged.
"I have no idea, me son. Wese got a text from Tanya sayin' dat wese 'ad to come to yer place 'cause she were gonna FaceTime us at nine tonight."
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Lindsay walked to the front door.
"We got the same text from Quinton. Come in youse two. Ise 'as da computer set up."
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Billy and Eva came in and hung up their coats.
"Want a beer?"
"Sounds good," Eva nodded.
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Tuckamore Bay
General FictionMatty 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...
