Matty 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...
"As youse all knows, by da end of next year the government wants to be shuttin' down da Bay. Dey wants to be movin' all youse out of 'ere and to places likes St. Anthony, Deer Lake and Corner Brook."
"is dat whys youse brought us 'ere 'enry. To be tellin' us shit wes already knows?"
The woman next to the man who spoke, elbowed him in the side.
"Don't be cussin' 'ere at da meetin', Wilson, youse dumb shit."
"Sorry, Jen, me love."
"As I was sayin'," Henry continued, " even tho Matty 'as done 'er best to git da government to change der minds, dey be stayin' tight to what dey wants to do."
"Matty was always a wonderful girl," Jenny Pike spoke up.
"Dem government peoples bes a bunch of shit-'eads fer sure."
Wilson turned to his wife.
"Now whose be cussin', old lady?"
Jenny turned to her husband.
"Whose youse be callin' old, dick-head? Youse bes a lot older than Ise bes, fer fuck sakes."
Henry smacked his gavel again.
"Jenny and Wilson. Fer once can da two of youse stop yer yammerin' at each other."
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Wilson & Jenny Pike
"Yes, Jinny Pike," another woman barked.
"Youse and dat man of yours jest pipe down fer once and listen, 'stead 'avin' yer mouth goin' a hundred miles an hour."
Jenny jumped to her feet.
"Youse bes a fine one to talk, Elsie Simpson. Youse gots a mouth like a seagull, always squawkin' 'bout somethin'. Squawk, squawk, squawk."
"Well, least my Johnny don't be making' a fool of 'imself in public," Elsie snotted back at her.
