It was only 8:30 when Bill walked into Dove's Pub. Most of the welders from TBWFS (Tuckamore Bay Welding and Fabrication Shop) were sitting at tables, having coffee and breakfast. They looked up long enough to wave to Bill.
Bill waved back and slumped on a stool, at the bar.
Moments later, Valerie Pike walked out from the kitchen carrying a tray of food.
"Be with you in a moment, love."
She passed out the meals and walked back to the bar.
"How can I help you love?"
Bill looked up at Valerie.
"You look like shit, my love."
"Just coffee, Val."
Valerie poured a coffee and passed it to Bill.
"You look ..."
Bill laughed. "Like I haven't slept all night?"
"Kinda, love. Not used to seeing youse like this."
Bill sipped the coffee.
"Hard night Val. Just couldn't turn off the brain at all. I was up at three, playing NHL hockey on my Xbox. Just couldn't sleep. Not with all the shit that went down yesterday."
"I didn't sleep much either. Was thinking about poor Henry."
Bill nodded.
"I was already talking to Nick, this morning. He says that Henry is okay, but he will have to take it easy from now on. He is even stepping down as Mayor."
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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...