"Morning Henry or Harry," Bill chirped, as he walked into Tucker's General Store.
"Top of da marning, Billy boy."
Matty had explained to Bill how to tell the two brothers apart. Harry's right eye was green and his left was blue. Henry's eyes were the opposite.
"What's with the accent, Henry?"
"Ise bes Harry, Billy boy."
He laughed. "Ise figured youse 'ave dat figured out be now."
Bill stared at the man's eyes, but the poor lighting was of no help. He could not tell the color of either eye.
"Is youse be okays dere Billy boy?"
Bill decided to give up.
"Nothing. Never mind."
He noticed that Henry was more dressed up than usual.
"So whats with the fancy duds?"
" Dis bes a special 'casion me son. Bes me and da missus' anniversary."
"Well congratulations. How many years has it been?"
"One."
"One?"
Bill was dumbfounded.
Harry smiled. "Yes boy, one year."
Bill was confused.
"But don't you have grown up children?"
Harry nodded.
"Yes, boy. Me sons 'arry Jr. and 'enry and me little girl, 'arriette."
"And you and your missus have only been married for one year?"
"Yes, boy. Its da strangist ting," Harry started explaining.
"Wes taught wese got married tirty year ago, but seems dat da fella dat married us were not a minister. 'e were just some feller dat came thru 'ere years ago sellin' Fuller Brush tings."
"Fuller Brush? I though they went out of business years ago."
Harry shrugged.
"Don't know, Billy boy. Just one of them things I guess, guv'ner."
"Again the accent."
"Been watchin' dem Monty Python fellas from England. Me and da missus jest loves dem."
"Yea, I like the Monty Python group as well."
Bill looked around the store.
YOU ARE READING
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...
