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...
Lindsay opened a beer and slid it along the bar to Wike.
"Ise start a tab fer you, Wike."
Wike nodded and walked to a table where his father was sitting with several other men.
As was typical for a Saturday night at 8 o'clock, the Pub was filled with mostly men. The women of the village would usually show up between 9 and 10 and then the jukebox would be in full swing and Tuckamore Bay would have its usual Saturday night Dance at Dove's celebration.
Wike slumped in a chair next to his father.
"Youse looks like shit, me son," Clayton laughed.
"Did dey actually make youse do some work fer a change."
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Wike Rideout
"Busy as all shit at da fish plant, Dad. Jest asks Jr. dere."
Jr. Tucker spoke up.
"Wese got at least a couple months work on a longliner dey jest brought in. Dere will bes lots of overtime as well. Probably 'till da end of September."
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Jr. Tucker
"Whats about da stuff youse s'pose to bes weldin' fer day Bay and 'specially fer Bill?"
"Dats jest gonna 'ave to wait, Dad. Wes gotta do our jobs first. dat other stuff bes jest on da side."
Clayton turned to his son.
"What's bes youse mean, on da side. Youse were hired to do a job and now youse tellin' me dat youse not gonna do it?"
