Nick walked toward Nanny Dove and sat on the end of the couch closest to her.
"This is ...."
"Be careful, Nick," Nina yelled.
Nanny Dove stared at her.
"Why? Youse tink Ise gonna bite 'e or someting."
She took out her fake teeth and showed them to Nina.
"Dey bes all fake, me dear. And besides. Ise a Spirit. Can't bite."
She looked at Nick, as she put them back in.
"Your wife seems to be a little scared of me."
Nick looked at Matty and then back at Nanny Dove.
"She is real?"
Nanny Dove rolled her eyes.
"Why does so many peoples git so fuckin' freaked out about a little ole spirit?"
"Because you are dead, old lady," Matty reminded her.
Nanny Dove stopped knitting.
"Youse knows what Ise tinks. It bes all dem stupid movies dey makes in Hollywood."
She turned to Nick.
"Dey all bes bullshit, yuse knows. Dat one movie."
She looked at Matty.
"Dat real stupid one we watched where dey taped everyting on da VCR."
She looked at Nina.
"Who uses VCR anymore. Now youse all its dose fancy phones what takes pictures."
Nina walked toward Nanny Dove and knelt in front of her rocking chair.
"You're real."
"Well Ise as real as a dead person can bes, I guess."
She smiled at Nina.
"Dat son of yours is a real sweetheart."
She glared at Matty.
"Maybe one days Ise will 'ave some grand babies of me own. Ifin dose two would stop ruttin' like moose and got down to business."
Matty rolled her eyes.
"Shut up, old lady."
Matty walked to the bar.
"Anybody want a refill?"
Bill took Nina and Nick's glasses and walked to Matty.
"Why don't we go out to the deck and let them get acquainted with Nanny Dove."
Matty agreed and the two quietly left.
It was nearly an hour later when Nick appeared on the deck.
Bill got up and poured him a drink.
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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...
