Bill found Matty sitting at the top of a set of wooden stairs that led down to the rocky beach. He took out his cell phone.
"Matty?"
When she looked up, he took her picture.
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"Delete that."
Bill shook his head.
"You almost look like you were smiling," he said, as he put the cellphone in his pocket.
He sat on the top stair, next to her and passed her a can of beer.
"Thank you," she sighed, as she opened it.
"I was just thinking about when I was a child here in the Bay."
"Good memories?"
Matty nodded. "The best."
She turned her head to Bill.
"So. I guess you are about ready to leave the Bay again and get as far away from this broke loser as you can."
Bill put the remaining four been on the step between them.
"No. Not yet."
He sipped his beer and stared out across the ocean.
"Henry and the others told me about your financial situation."
"Yea I figured they would. There are no secrets here in the Bay."
Bill chuckled.
"I kinda like that. I like things up front."
"Then you must really hate me."
Bill shook his head.
"I don't think I would use that term."
"Thank you."
"A strong dislike maybe," Bill laughed.
Matty hit him playfully.
"Again, thank you. But I wouldn't blame you if you did leave."
She drank a mouthful of beer.
"Now all I have to do is try and get myself out of this mess."
"And then what?"
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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...
