Bill sat down. He did trust Matty and in all honesty, if she wasted a couple million dollars, it didn't really bother him, at this point. His plans were certainly going to cost him a lot more.
He laughed slightly to himself. He never thought he would be in a position to be thinking in millions of dollars. He had trouble thinking in thousands.
Matty took a deep breath.
"You all know me. I was born here in the Bay and I have lived here all my life.
Like all Newfs, from outports like Tuckamore Bay, we are more than a little suspicious of mainlanders. And I was even more so than most of you, because I have dealt with a lot of them in the past few years, as I have tried to come up with a way to sell the Bay. And most of them, no, I take that back. All of them, to a man and woman have walked away from any deal I have come up with."
She looked at Bill.
"Except for one. Though he did try a couple times."
Matty paused, lit a cigarette and took a mouthful of beer.
"Kenny Johnstone. We went to school together. You married my best friend, Jojo.
You have lived here all your life and you are raising four kids here.
And you, Ryan Pike and your brother Carl. I know it has been hard for both of you, having to leave your families for six weeks at a time and go to Fort McMurray."
Jojo & Kenny Johnstone
All three young men, who had spoken earlier to Bill were nodding in agreement with what Matty was saying.
Lisa & Ryan Pike
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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...