Bill was just pouring a coffee intones travel mug, when knock came to the front door.
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"Deres bes someone at da door, Willam."
Bill walked across the living room.
"Thank you, Nanny Dove."
"Youse welcome."
Bill laughed, as he answered the door. It was Henry Tucker.
"Morning Henry."
Bill had been waiting for Henry so they could go to the fish plant and do a tour with Clayton Rideout, who used to be the plant manager.
"Mornin' to youse, Bill, me son. Is youse ready to go."
"Come in. I just have to grab my jacket and coffee and we can go."
Henry never moved. He just stepped back from the door.
"You can come in, you know."
"Is Nanny Dove in dere," he whispered.
"Ise be in 'ere, 'enry Tucker," Nanny Dove yelled from her rocking chair.
Henry smiled and took a couple more steps back.
"Den Ise be waitin' out 'ere for youse, Bill, me son."
"Okay. Just be a second."
Bill looked at Nanny Dove as he grabbed a light jacket and his coffee.
"Henry seems to be a tad bit scared of you."
"As 'e should bes," Nanny Dove snapped.
"Scared as shit, 'e shud bes."
"Should I ask why?"
She pointed to the door.
"Why don'ts youse ask dat scoundrel, 'enry Tucker?"
Bill shrugged. "Okay."
He started for the door.
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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...
