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...
Julie Pittman stood on the small hill, looking out across Sandy Cove, watching the flurry of activity, as men and women worked on the new motel and the four fishing boats, upon the beach. Others worked on the multi levelled stairs that led from the motel, to the beach.
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"It bes pretty doesn't it, missus?"
Julie jumped slightly, putting her hand to her chest.
"My God," she sighed.
"Ise sorry dat Ise scared youse. Didn't means to."
Julie turned to see John Dove walking toward her.
"You startled me, a little. I was just captivated by how beautiful it is here."
John walked to her side.
"Its be pretty, for sure."
He held out his hand.
"Ise bes John Dove."
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Julie took his hand.
"Julie Pittman."
John smiled as he gently shook her hand.
"Youse must be Frank's woman."
Julie nodded.
"I am."
She let go John's hand.
"Frank is talking with Bill, so I decided to take a walk around. It is such a beautiful village."
John nodded.
"Its bes. I guess once wes sees it through someone else eyes, wes realizes jest 'ow pretty it is."
"So, this is where the new motel and restaurant is going to be?"
