Matty took one last look around the empty office, as Freddy took the last box off the floor.
"Dat bes all of it, Matty?"
Matty nodded.
"That's it love."
"Youse bes callin' my Freddie love, agin, dere Matilda?"
Matty shook her head, as she turned around.
"Just a saying Gertie, my love."
Matty emphasized the words, 'my love', so Gertrude would get the point.
She didn't.
"Now Matilda, youse knows Ise not bes one of dey rug munchers."
Matty rolled her eyes.
"They are not rug munchers, Gertie. They are women who have made a life style choice and we should respect that."
Gertrude thought for a moment.
"Fuck dat. Ise likes me man parts."
"Youse 'as man parts?" Lindsay laughed, as she walked into the empty office.
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"Ise talkin' 'bout my Freddy. 'is man parts."
Valerie joined the others.
"Freddy still 'as his man parts?"
She slapped Freddy on the back.
"Ise figured Gertie 'ad your parts in her purse by now," she laughed.
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Freddy started blushing.
Gertie slapped him on the back of the head.
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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...
