Matty jumped slightly, as Nanny Dove suddenly appeared in front of her.
"Fuck, old lady. You nearly made me spill my coffee."
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"So?"
"So what?"
"Is youse gots a baby in da oven yet?"
Matty walked by Nanny Dove and out onto the veranda. It was a beautiful October morning.
Nanny Dove appeared in front of Matty again.
"Well? Is Ise a great-nanny?"
"Honestly, old lady, its only been a couple days."
"Yes, but Ise 'ears youse two goin' at it ..."
Matty put up her hand.
"Okay, old lady. New rule. Night times you go and stay with Tanya. Or go to the graveyard and look up some old friends."
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"Ise not bes goin' dere wit dem old fogeys. All dey talks about is when dey bes alive."
Bill walked onto the veranda and kissed Matty.
"Ah the sounds of a new day. Waves on the shore, gulls in the air and my darling Matty barking at Nanny Dove."
Bill sat in a chair and sipped his coffee.
"All is good with the world."
Matty stared at Bill.
"Talk to your grandmother."
"I am sure my wife is doing a great job."
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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...
