Tuckamore Bay

returning to Tuckamore Bay

"Get out," she said calmly.

Bill stared at her for a second, unsure what to do.

"GET THE FUCK OUT," she screamed.

Bill jumped out quickly and leaned against the bed of the truck.

Matty slammed the door and stood silently for a moment, catching her breath.

"That's better."

"Matty look."

Matty pointed a finger at Bill.

"You don't talk. You just answer one question."

"But how can I answer if ..."

"I .. said ... no ... talking."

She turned away and bent over, hands on her knees, breathing heavily..

She then took something from her back pocket.

Bill started to slide along the bed of the truck, inching toward the driver's side door.

He had the image of Matty pulling a huge hunting knife from her pocket and attacking him.

"Don't move," Matty snarled, without looking at him.

Bill let out a sigh of relief when he realized that she had just pulled a hair elastic from her pocket. She quickly pulled her hair through the elastic, in a rough, uneven, ponytail.

Matty turned and looked at Bill.

"Do you like me?"

Bill almost laughed, but held it back on fear of death. 

Matty's hair was a mess. Her face was covered in dust. Her clothes were wrinkled and she had on odd shoes.

Her face was blood red from anger and the veins in her neck were popping.

But, to Bill, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"Well?"

He nodded.

"Yea. I do."

"Then why are you leaving?"

"Well after you told me about last night."

"You were out of it, Bill. Yes, you were the biggest pain in the ass that I had ever met, but fuck, man, think about it."

"Think about what?"

Matty rolled her eyes.

"You really are an idiot, aren't you? A complete fucking idiot."

"Well I have been told that in the past. On more than one ..."