matty slapped him in the back of the head, as he passed.
"What was that for?" Bill sputtered, as he turned around.
Matty stepped toward him and slapped him on top of the head.
"What the fuck?"
Matty slapped him again.
Bill jumped back from her. "Stop slapping me."
Matty glared at him. "I should row you out in the middle of the ocean, tie an anchor to you and dump you overboard."
Bill stood further back.
"Okay. That's a little drastic I think. Don't you?"
Matty stepped forward.
Bill jumped back.
"Get a coffee and come to the living room. We have to talk," she snarled at him.
A couple minutes later, Bill cautiously walked into the living room.
Matty was sitting on the couch, Nanny Dove in her rocking chair and there was a seagull asleep in a dog bed, by the fireplace.
Matty patted the seat of the couch.
"Come and sit, William," she said sweetly.
"Are you going to hit me again?"
"No. Not at all."
She patted the seat.
"Come. Sit. So we can talk."
Bill sat at the end of the couch, as far away from Matty as he could get.
"No a little closer," she suggested, sweetly.
Bill inched a little closer.
Matty forced a smile.
"Just a little closer, hun and put your coffee on the table there."
Bill swallowed hard. He turned to put the coffee on the table.
"Okay but why should I ..."
He was going to ask why he should put the coffee on the table, but Matty answered the question physically, as she started slapping at him.
"Do you realize the hell you and that stupid bird put me through last night?"
"I ... ah ... I."
"I, ah, I," Matty mimicked, as she continued to slap at him.
"I never got a single fucking minute of sleep, because I spent the whole night chasing after you and Jarge."
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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...
the morning after
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