"Wanna go to the Pub and grab a beer?"
Matty looked up from her computer.
"We are not allowed at the Pub."
"Ah. Don't we own the Pub?"
Matty laughed.
"The village is decorating the Pub for our wedding tomorrow night."
"Oh. Right.
Is that still on?"
Matty spun around in her chair.
"Why? You have something better to do?"
"Well, I was thinking of going snowmobiling."
"Really? You don't even have a snowmobile."
"Maybe I should go to Corner Brook and get one."
Matty stood up and walked to Bill.
"I hope you are joking."
Bill kissed her quickly.
"Seriously? We can't go to the Pub?"
Matty shook her head, as she walked into the kitchen.
"Apparently the Pub is filled with people and Spirits and that is one cluster-fuck that I want no part of."
Bill laughed.
"You and me both. So, how you feeling?"
Matty walked back into the living room with two beer.
"About what?"
She passed a beer to Bill.
"Getting married."
"No biggie," Matty shrugged.
"Just another day."
She clinked beers with Bill.
"Cheers."
"Seriously?"
Matty shook her head.
"You are way too fucking easy, Mr. Williams."
She kissed Bill.
"I feel great. I am getting more excited by the minute. That is why I am trying to keep myself busy."
"Me too."
Bill lit a cigarette.
"I feel like I don't know what to do."
"Well, we do have a proposal from Lindsay, concerning the running of the Pub and the new Motel. Which, by the way is coming along just great. Have you been out there?"
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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...
