Tuckamore Bay

apology accepted

"Youse knows youse two bes livin' in sin," Nanny Dove barked, as she knitted.

Matty walked out of the kitchen.

"Leave my man alone," she barked at her grandmother.

She sat in an armchair and stared at Nanny Dove.

"Do we really need to go through this every morning."

Nanny Dove grunted.

"Its not bes da way it shud bes. Youse shud be married."

"We will get married when we are ready to get married," Matty informed her.

"And not before."

"But what's 'bout you gits pregnant? Da way youse two goes at it ev'ry nite, Ise surprised youse not 'ad a couple kids already."

"Are you out here listening to us?"

"No," Nanny Dove half shouted.

"Once Ise 'ears dem strange sounds, like moose ruttin', Ise gits out of 'ere. Ise goes and talks to Tanya. Least it bes quiet dere."

"And I suppose you tell her what Bill and I are doing."

Nanny Dove grunted.

"Don't 'ave to. She can probably 'ear it 'erself."

Matty rolled her eyes.

"You are a shit disturber, old lady."

Nanny Dove stopped knitting and turned to Bill.

"Did youse 'ear what youse woman said to me?"

"I did."

"And?"

Bill's cellphone rang.

"And she is right," he laughed, as he got up and walked to the desk.

"You're a shit disturber."

Bill answered his phone.

Nanny Dove stared at Matty.

"Sometimes Ise feels like Ise not appreciated."

"We love you, Nanny Dove," Bill laughed, as he walked past her.

"But you can be a shit disturber."

"Asshole," the old lady grunted.

"That was Lindsay. Eric Anderson is at the Pub, having breakfast with Henry."

Matty stood up.

"Well I guess we should go and have a little chat with Mr. Anderson."

"Irish coffee?" Lindsay suggested, as Bill and Matty walked into the Pub.