Tuckamore Bay

math and cigarettes

"Is your missus here?"

"No me son. She is at home, preparing herself for a proper night on the town."

Again the accent. Bill wanted to ask Harry how he was able to speak almost perfect English when he was faking an English accent, but ...

the hell with it, he had to ask.

Harry laughed.

"Ise bes makin' fun at dem Englishmen. Dey sure talks funny, don't ya tink."

Bill just stared at him blankly. He suddenly wished he had not asked.

Harry chuckled.

"Looks who Ise be talkin' to. Youse talks almost as funny as dem English fellas."

Bill bit his tongue. He wasn't going to bite at the comment.

"So what do you have planned for you and the missus?"

"Well, me son. Ise already booked da finest room at da Rocky 'arbour Motel and me and da missus is gonna have a fancy meal at the Motel's restaurant and den goes dancin'. Dey 'aves live music ev'ry weekend up dere.

Deys got Buddy Wassisname and the other Fellas playin' dere tonight. Dey is just a riot."

"They certainly sound like it."

Bill had no idea who the band was.

Harry nodded.

"Den after da dance me and da missus.

Well Ise sure youse knows whats Ise bes talkin' about."

Bill blushed slightly, in spite of himself.

"I believe I do," he kind of smiled.

Harry patted Bill on the back.

"Ise bet youse does. Youse and dat pretty Matty Dove.

Youse knows whats I means?"

Harry winked at Bill.

"No. NO," Bill corrected him, quickly.

"Matty and I are just friends."

It had been almost a week since Matty had stopped Bill from leaving the Bay and except for a couple quick pecks on the lips, she had not shown any real affection.

Although she had not threatened since, to cut off his nuts and feed them to Jarge, either.

Harry winked, again.

"Okays, jest friends it bes den."

He walked back behind the counter.

"Okay me son. 'ows can I 'elps you?"

"Well I need some cigarettes."

"What kind youse want?"

"Harry you only carry one kind, now."

Bill stared at the plain cardboard box that each pack of 36 cigarettes came in.