Nanny Dove stood in front of the grave of her sister Lizzie.
"Well, Lizzie, its bes a long time since Ise stood 'ere.
Ise knows dat youse will never forgives me fer what Ise did, but Ise were young den and Ise thot Ise were doin' da right ting."
The spirit laughed.
"da rite ting wud 'ave been to butt da fuck out and lets youse and 'enry be.
Fer dat Ise bes sorry. Ise done alls Ise can do Lizzie.
Guess Ise not bes as strong as Ise thot Ise were."
Nanny Dove knelt in front of the grave.
"Forgives me Lizzie."
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"Tilly, me love. Youse gonna git yer dress dirty, kneeling' dere like dat and youse knows dat mudder will take a switch to youse ifin youse does."
Nanny Dove got slowly to her feet and turned.
"I cannot believes me eyes."
~~~~~
"Hello."
"Is this Gail Hirst?"
"It is.
Who is this?"
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The woman on the other end laughed.
"I am the woman who knows where all the bodies are buried."
Gail sat on the edge of the bed.
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh come on Gail. Surely you knew that your past would catch up with you."
"Look. I don't know who the fuck you are or what you think you know, but I have nothing to hide."
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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...
