Tuckamore Bay

prospectors

Matty continued to scream and stomp her feet.

"Youse be wastin' yer drink dere Matty," Nanny Dove reminded her again. "Ise 'opes dar not bes Willam's gud stuff."

She turned to Bill.

"Youse sure dat bes da woman youse wants to 'ave yer children? She's seems a tad unstable to me," she laughed.

Matty stopped stomping and glared at Nanny Dove.

"Its a good thing you are already dead, old lady, because right now ...

I could kill youuuuuuuu," Matty screamed, as she stomped away from the rocking chair.

Bill started to laugh, thinking about what Nanny Dove had said a moment before.

"Are you laughing at me?" Matty snapped.

Bill turned away from Matty, so she could not see his face.

"No, my love."

"Yes, 'es bes," Nanny Dove said nonchalantly,

"Ise sees 'im."

"Shut up, old lady."

"But 'es be laughin', not me. Ise bes takin' all dis very serious."

Matty walked back to the couch and sat at the end near her grandmother, staring at her.

"Ise tinks Ise be leavin' now," Nanny Dove quipped quickly, as she disappeared.

"GET THE FUCK BACK HERE OLD LADY.

NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!"

Nanny Dove appeared again, looking pat Matty, at Bill.

"Please be tellin' yer wife to be nice to me."

Matty turned and glared at Bill.

Bill couldn't help but laugh.

"Your on your own, old lady."

"Chicken-shit," Nanny Dove snarled.

Matty smiled at her grandmother. An evil smile.

"Talk old lady."

She sipped her drink, her eyes never leaving the old woman's face.

"It were 1952 ifin Ise 'members right. Der were two young fellers dat came 'ere from da mainland. Dey asked ifin dey could looks around and do some prospectin'. Most of da men folk bes out fishin', so da womens 'ere said sure enuf.

Dey were nice lookin' young men and most of da womens loved dem."

Nanny Dove sat back in her rocking chair, a huge smile on her face.

"Nanny Dove? Please."

Nanny Dove snapped out of her daze.