Tuckamore Bay

cut yer losses

As Matty kissed him again, the telephone rang.

"Welcome home, honey."

She picked up her suitcase.

"You better get that. We don't need Henry having a heart attack, like the old lady."

"Hello."

"Tank God, Bill me son. Youse bes back 'ome agin."

"You cab see my truck from the store, Henry. Now what is the problem?"

"Youse best be comin' to da Mayor's office, me son. Wes 'as all kinds of shit goin' down."

"Henry, we just got home. Can't this wait until the morning?"

"No me son. Best youse be 'earin' dis from me and da others, rather den picking' up da gossip from the Bay."

Bill looked at the clock on the wall.

"I'll meet you there in an hour, Henry. Let us at least get unpacked."

"Ise will sees youse in a 'our den Bill."

The telephone went dead in Bill's hand.

"Goodbye to you, Henry."

"What was that about?" Matty asked as she walked out of the bedroom.

"Henry is all in a panic. He wants to meet with us in an hour."

Matty kissed Bill quickly on the lips.

"Welcome home darling. I think the children missed us."

She took his hand.

"Help me get unpacked and we will go visit the kids."

When Matty and Bill arrived at the Mayor's office, Henry, John and Joyce were already there, along with Clayton Rideout.

After greeting everyone, Bill and Matty sat down.

"Wes 'as a crisis on our 'ands," Henry began.

"Dere bes an uprisin' 'ere in da Bay."

"It bes pretty bad," Clayton continued.

"Could t'row a monkey wrench in da whole ting 'ere."

"Da youngins a;; bes up in arms," Joyce added.

"Little fuckers don't be knowin' whats gud fer dem."

Suddenly all four were talking at once. 

Bill and Matty both lit cigarettes.

"You want to?" Bill asked.

Matty nodded.

"Shut the fuck up," she yelled.

She puffed on her cigarette as the four quietened down.