Tuckamore Bay

a huge problem

"Well, mornin' Willam. I sees youse has come up fer air, finally."

Bill poured a coffee and walked into the living room.

"Morning Nanny Dove. I see you have settled in to our new home."

"Ise bes gittin' used to it. Don't knows why youse 'ad to build da 'ouse bigger."

"Well, hopefully, one day, there will be little ones running around here and we needed the extra room."

Nanny Dove laughed.

"Yea, right. Ise bes dead before youse two 'as kids."

Bill stood and stared at her.

"Oh wait," she added quickly.

"Ise already dead."

She put her hand to her chest.

"And not a grand baby to bes seen."

"Give it a rest old lady."

nanny Dove snickered.

"So wheres bes dat lazy ass granddaughter of mine. Shes bes still sleepin'?"

Bill sat on the couch and lit a cigarette.

Nanny Dove stared at him, intently.

"Dis really bes my 'ouse old lady," he laughed.

Nanny Dove shook her head.

"Dat bes da worse ..."

"I know," Bill cut her off.

"Ise 'as da worse accent in da world."

"At leasts wese agrees on someting. Now wheres bes Matty?"

Bill sat back on the couch, putting an ashtray on the end table.

"She was up early this morning and she is driving to Corner Brook. She is closing down her office and she wants to get the last of her personal things out."

"And youse didn't goes wit 'er?"

"No. Lindsay and Valerie are gone with her."

Bill laughed.

"I really wasn't in the mood to be sitting in a truck listening to three women."

Nanny Dove laughed.

"Youse bes smart dere, Willam. Dat bes a reg'lar hen chatters fer sure."

She stopped knitting and looked seriously at Bill.

"So what's youse tinks youse gonna does about dat Hirst fella dat wants da Bay?"

Bill shook his head.