"And?"
"And you had the papers for the sale of the lighthouse."
"Ah fuck," Bill sighed.
"Tell me I didn't sign those papers."
Matty smiled, slightly.
"You signed the papers, Bill."
"Well, it doesn't matter, unless I signed the other documents, right?"
Matty smiled and licked her lips nervously.
"Tell me I didn't sign those documents."
"Well Bill, actually ..."
"Never mind. So I signed everything?"
Matty nodded.
"I did try to stop you, but you insisted."
Bill thought for a moment.
"Ah but they had to be witnessed to be legal."
Bill went back to showering.
"Well ..."
"Ah fuck."
Bill's head appeared for the fourth time.
"Well?"
"You insisted that we go to the General Store and get Henry to witness the signatures, so it would be legal."
Bill started laughing.
"You find this funny?"
Bill went back to showering.
"Nice try, Matty."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you and your plan."
Matty stood up and walked toward the shower.
"What plan?"
"Come on, Matty. Get me drunk. Get me back here. Get the papers, go to Henry's.
You knew damn well I would not remember a thing."
"What?" Matty yelled.
"You think I purposely got you drunk so I could trick you into signing the papers."
"Well, didn't you?"
"No," Matty yelled, slapping the shower curtain.
"Well isn't it just a little strange that you stayed sober, just to make sure I got home. So that you could get me at that desk to sign those papers."
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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 famous shower scene
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