Tuckamore Bay

relocation

Matty stared at Bill for a moment before speaking.

"Bill, I can explain."

Bill nodded for a second, before walking past her.

"I am really looking forward to that."

He walked into the kitchen, speaking over his shoulder.

"Beer, Matty?"

"Yea, sure," Matty sighed.

Bill stuck his head out through the entrance to the kitchen.

"Nanny Dove? You want a beer? Or some other kind of spirits?"

"Youse be 'bout funny as 'emorrhoids dere Willam."

Bill walked back into the living room and passed Matty a beer. He then sat on the couch, nearest Nanny Dove, pulled an ashtray out of his pocket and proceeded to light a cigarette.

"The name is William, not Willam."

"Ise be callin' youse what I wants and I wants to be callin' youse Willam."

Nanny Dove stopped knitting and glared at Bill.

"And whats did Ise tells youse 'bout smokin' in my 'ouse."

Bill drew hard on the cigarette and turned to her, exhaling as he did.

"This is my 'ouse, Nanny Dove. At least tentatively. And if you didn't allow smoking in your house, why did you have at least a dozen ashtrays under the sink, in the kitchen."

Nanny Dove continued to glare, but finally grunted a little and went back to her knitting.

"Youse nuttin' but a smartassed little shit."

"Nanny Dove?" Matty barked, shocked.

"Oh gives it a rest, child. Youse knows I swears like a dockworker."

She looked back to Bill and sighed.

"Sure wishes Ise could 'ave one dem tings, William, me son."

Matty sat on the couch, opposite Bill.

"Remember Nanny, it was the cigarettes that killed you."

Nanny Dove stared at her granddaughter. 

"Ise was 87 year old, child, when Ise died. It were da fuckin' old age dat killed me, not da smokes."

In spite of everything, Bill started laughing at the banter.

"Okay, someone please tell me what the fuck I have gotten myself into."

Matty took the pack of cigarettes and lit one of them.

"What do you want to know?"

"The bullshit you fed me earlier about the town? How much of that was true?"