"Right now youse be lucky to 'ave a dozen or so," John offered.
"But do you think the others would stay if the money was invested?"
Henry sat forward.
"Bill, me son. Does youse 'ave da money to invest?"
"I do."
"Den takes dat money and git da fuck out of da Bay."
"What?"
"Ise tinks youse 'eard me, me son."
John had to agree.
"Don't bes t'rowin' yer money away, Billy boy. Youse cud keeps yer light'ouse as a summer place ifin youse wanted to. Wese bes more den 'appy to looks after it, but don't bes takin' all dat money and wastin' it."
"Wouldn't you do it, if you could?" Bill asked John.
John let out a hearty laugh.
"Ise bes out of 'ere so fuckin' fast dat youse 'ead would be spinnin' 'round fer da next month."
"Yes boy," Henry agreed. "Ise tinks dat most of us wud do da same ting."
"But what about all the spirits that live here?"
"Dey all bes dead, me son. Ifin wes aren't 'ere, den dey will goes where all spirits goes. Dey only bes 'ere 'cause wes is. Don't let dat bes any part of your decision."
"So what you are telling me is to save my money and leave the Bay?" Bill needed to clarify.
Henry and John both nodded.
"Dat bes what wes sayin'," Henry assured him.
"Youse 'as no ties to da Bay, Bill."
"Well there is Matty," Bill reminded them.
"Well me son, Ise tinks dat ifin youse were really serious about leavin', lets say in da fall, before da snows come, Ise pretty much sure dat little Matty wud bes wit youse," Henry tried to assure Bill.
Bill smiled.
"I'm not 100% sure of that. Matty can be pretty stubborn."
"Well, me son, da ways Ise sees it is dat youse 'ave 'till da end of September to convince her. Dat gives youse tree months to do so."
John added.
"And dat bes what wes wud advise youse to spend yer time on. Enjoy da summer in da Bay and den in the fall, say goodbye and go somewhere warm until next spring and den ifin youse wanted to, youse could comes back and sees us agin."
Bill shook his head.
"This is not exactly the reaction I expected. Matty gave me the impression that no one wanted to leave."
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Tuckamore Bay
Ficção geralMatty 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...
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