Tuckamore Bay

welcome home

Matty hung up the telephone just as Bill walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist.

She whistled at him.

"Sexy!" she sighed in her most alluring voice.

"Put some clothes on, Willam and stop walkin' 'round me 'ouse 'alf naked."

Bill laughed.

"First off ..."

Nanny Dove glared at Bill, pointing a finger.

"Don't youse be sayin' dis not bes my 'ouse."

Bill walked into the bedroom. As he closed the door, he yelled playfully, "its not your house Nanny Dove. Not as long as I am alive."

He closed the door laughing.

Nanny Dove looked at Matty.

"Ifin 'e keeps talkin' like that, 'e mite be joinin' me sooner den 'e tinks."

She started knitting again, laughing.

"Ise likes dat Willam. 'e bes cool."

Matty started laughing.

"Cool?"

"Yes, cool. Dat means 'e bes okay."

"I know what it means. Just never heard you say it before."

"Well, me dear, maybe Ise tryin' to be a little more hip."

"More like a broken hip," Matty laughed, as she poured a small drink.

Nanny Dove flipped Matty the bird.

"Oh that is real cool, old lady."

Matty looked toward the bedroom.

"You almost ready?" she yelled at Bill.

"Don't rush me," Bill yelled from the bedroom.

He opened the door and stood in the living room.

"All of this takes time," he smirked, standing a pose.

"More likes a waste of time," Nanny Dove laughed.

She pointed to the bedroom.

"Maybe youse shud goes back in and tries again."

Matty finished her drink and took Bill's hand.

"Come on. Lets go to the Pub where there are live people."

"Dey not bes as cool as me," Nanny Dove yelled behind them.

"And youse two be 'ome by twelve," she laughed.

She started knitting and rocking again.

"Ise bes da coolest."

As they walked into Dove's Pub, Matty and Bill noticed that the Pub was full, but there wasn't a sound. Everyone was sitting at the bar or at tables or simply standing. They were all staring at Bill and Matty.