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...
Matty had just poured a cup of tea and sat down, when her cellphone rang.
She check the caller ID.
"I'll be damned."
She accepted the call.
"You must be psychic."
Nina laughed.
"Well hello to you too, Matty."
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"I was just about to call you. I just sat down with a cup of tea."
"You? Tea?" Nina laughed.
"Well, you gotta mix it up, girl."
Matty sipped her tea.
"So what's up?"
"Nick told me all about the shit that went down earlier this week. I tried calling you every day, but the calls went straight to voice mail. Nick told me to leave you guys alone until things got straightened out."
"I'm sorry about that, love, but it has been a real shit-storm here for the last week. We have seen more police here in the last week than I have seen in my entire life. And we are still in the middle of all this, with no end in sight."
"So how are you doing, sweetie? Nick told me that two men broke into your house?"
Matty laughed slightly.
"Well, lets just say they came in, uninvited. One got a little rough with me, but Nanny Dove looked after him."
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Nina laughed.
"Nick says the guy is under watch at the local nut house."
