Tuckamore Bay

Williams' Hill

Bill was sitting on the hill, smoking a cigarette, as Matty approached.

"Good morning."

Bill smiled as Matty sat by him, on the grass. He turned to her and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Morning."

"I brought you some coffee."

Matty opened the thermos she was carrying and poured coffee into two styrofoam cups. She passed one to Bill.

"Have you been here all night?

Nanny Dove said you wandered off somewhere. I wanted to come and look for you, but she said I would not be able to find you.

I started to get worried."

Bill put his arm around Matty's shoulder.

"I'm fine, Matty."

"Where were you?"

Bill laughed slightly.

"Believe it or not, I was visiting relatives."

"Where?"

Bill patted the ground behind Matty.

"Right here. Actually I believe you are sitting on my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother Elizabeth Williams. And I am sitting on her husband, Silas Williams."

"There were no Williams' that lived here in the Bay."

"Well Matty I hate to correct you, but this entire hill is the final resting place of nothing but Williams'."

Matty stared at Bill.

"Have you been doing drugs?"

"No, but I have been on quite a trip."

He stood up and offered his hand to Matty.

"Come on. There is a lot of work to do."

Bill started walking down the hill, but Matty stayed where she was.

Bill stopped and turned.

"You coming?"

"Bill. There were no Williams' that ever lived here. I have never heard anyone talk about them before."

Bill nodded.

"Then perhaps you should have a chat with him."

Matty turned to see the spirit of Silas Williams behind her.

"Hello."

Silas smiled.

"You must be Matilda's granddaughter."

"I am and you are?"

"My name is Silas Williams."