Matty 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...
Bill stood behind Matty's chair and stared over her shoulder, at the computer monitor.
"How's it going?"
Matty stopped typing and let out a long sigh.
"Bill, I love you but if you don't get the fuck out of here and stop hovering over me, I will kick your ass."
Jarge laughed.
Matty stared at him.
"You go to sleep."
He put his wings over his head.
Matty turned to Bill.
"You go and have a beer."
"Okay. Okay."
He headed to the kitchen.
"Not here," she barked at him.
She turned, smiling and pointed to the door.
"Go to the Pub. I will join you there later."
Nanny Dove started laughing.
"Dat be tellin' 'im Matty."
"And you, old lady. Go ... away."
Bill watched Nanny Dove disappear, as he opened the front door.
"Love you," Matty called sweetly.
"Love you too," Bill sighed, as he closed the door.
Minutes later, Bill walked into Dove's Pub. A man's voice called his name.
"Bill, me son. Comes 'ere and sits wit Ise."
At first Bill didn't see anyone, except for a couple of the welders from the fab shop, having a beer at the far end of the bar. It was just after 6 p.m. and most people were home having supper.
"'ere, me son."
Bill turned to see Wike Rideout sitting, yucked in the corner, at the end of the bar.
"Wike. I didn't see you there."
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"Don't knows 'ow youse be missin' me, me son. Ise big as a 'ouse. Comes. Ise buys youse a beer fer a change."
