"Oh shit."
Matty folded her arms and stared at Randi.
Bill walked past Matty, to Randi.
"Hey you."
He gave her a quick awkward hug and turned to Matty.
"Matty. This is Randi Oxford."
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Randi stepped forward, hand extended.
"Its nice to meet you, Matty."
Matty ignored her hand.
"What are you doing in my house?"
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Randi turned to Bill and back to Matty.
"I'm sorry. The man at the store, over there, told me this was Bill's place. He said I could go on in, that you wouldn't mind."
Randi turned and walked back toward Bill.
"I'm sorry if I have intruded."
She walked quickly into the kitchen and put the mug on the table. She hurried back out, grabbing her coat off the arm of the arm chair.
"I will get out of here."
She looked at Bill.
"I have some of your stuff in the U-Haul. Can you give me a hand?"
She turned to Matty.
"I am so sorry. I will get out of here as quickly as I can."
She hurried out the front door.
Bill threw his hands in the air.
"Ah fuck."
He walked by Matty.
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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...
