Lindsay stared at her daughter.
"Youse knows it be an open bar that night, Val. Everyone brings dere own booze and looks after demselves."
"Well you will still need someone to clean up. You knows what pigs da men can be."
Lindsay stared at her daughter, as she sipped her coffee.
"What?"
"Are you okay?"
"Of course. Why do you ask?"
Valerie stood up and took her mother's mug, walking to the coffee maker.
"You want some Irish Creme?"
"Sure."
Valerie prepared coffee for both women and walked back to the table.
"What?" She asked, again, as she sat down.
":What's wrong with you?"
Valerie shook her head.
"Nothing."
"Then why haven't you asked anyone to the Halloween dance?"
Valerie laughed.
"The pickings here in the Bay are rather slim, Mom. Youse knows dat."
"What's about Neddy's son."
"Patrick? Fuck no."
"Why not? He bes a nice young man and everyone knows he has a crush on you."
Valerie put two fingers in her mouth.
"Gag me now."
"Well what about Kevin Pike?"
"Mom, he's a relative."
"Its not like he's your first cousin or anything."
Valerie stared at her mother.
"You trying to marry me off or something?"
"No. Its just that you haven't really shown much interest in boys since you were like thirteen or fourteen."
"I have been focusing on my career."
Lindsay nearly spit out her coffee.
"Working at da Pub is not a career."
"Just drop it, Mom. I'm fine."
Lindsay shook her head.
"No. Ise knows my own daughter. Dere bes something going on with you. Ever since your cousin hooked up with Dave, you have been acting strange."
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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...
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