Matty walked into the kitchen, of the old section of the house.
"Smells amazing, ladies. What can I do to help?"
"Youse can git out of me kitchen," Joyce Dove snapped, shooing her away.
"Deres not enough room in 'ere fer all of us.
Matty laughed.
"Well, technically it is my kitchen. And you could have used the kitchen in the new section."
"Wese knows," Mable Tucker nodded, "but wese feels more comfortable using dis older stove and oven, rather den dat new one in da other kitchen."
Joyce laughed.
"Mable bes right Matty. Now scat ifin youse wants us to git this thing done. Go and do something else."
"I cannot thank you enough, ladies for doing this for me."
Mable wiped her hands on her apron.
"After all dat youse and Bill 'as done for da Bay, dis bes da least wes can do. Now, youse go. Scat. 'ave a drink wit your hubby or someting."
Matty blew them both a kiss and was about to leave when Joyce spoke.
"Oh, Matty? Dere bes one little ting youse cud do fer us."
"Anything."
Joyce pointed to the corner of the kitchen, where Nanny Dove and Joyce's mother's spirits were standing.
"Git dem two out of 'ere. Dey bes driven' us batty. Mabel's mudder in law were 'ere earlier, as well, but wes got rid of 'er, but dese two."
Joyce took a deep breath.
"Dem two bes jest a pain in da ass."
"Wese jest 'elpin' out," Nanny Dove protested.
"Me and Jeanie 'ere is jest makin' sure dey bes doin' tings rite."
"Yes," Jeanie Johnstone's spirit agreed.
"Been a long time since dese two made a proper Newfie dinner."
Mabel turned to her mother.
"Ise made a jigs dinner jest a few week ago, old lady and youse were lookin' over my shoulder da 'ole time. And did Ise fuck dat up?"
"Mable Johnstone. Youse git in dat bat'room and wash yer mouth out wit soap."
Jeanie's spirit looked at Nanny Dove.
"'as youse ever 'eard such a ting?"
"Fuckin' ridiculous," Nanny Dove agreed.
"Dese young folks got mouths on dem like da fuckin' sewer."
"Well youse bes not exactly showin' a good example dere, Matilda Dove.
Youse always 'ad a mouth like a dock worker."
"'ow da fuck wud youse knows what a dockworker sounded like, Jeanie Johnstone. Ise don't remember youse ever movin' dat fat fuckin' ass out of da Bay."
"Ha," Jeanie snapped.
"isn't dat da pot callin' da kettle black. Youse best stay out of da pasture dere, Matilda. Dat ass of yours mite be mistaken fer a cow's."
"Well, at least it jest bes me ass, old woman. Youse gots a face only a mudder cud love. Cats shud 'ave buried youse in da field, years ago."
"Well, I never. Youse ..."
"Shut the fuck up," Matty barked.
"See whats wese means," Mable sighed.
"Been likes dis fer da last fuckin' 'our."
She quickly pointed at her mother.
"And not a word, old lady. And youse can knock off dat 'olier den though fuckin' attitude. Where da fuck does youse tinks wese got our mouths from?"
"Certainly not me," Jeanie snapped, folding her arms and turning away from her daughter.
"Ise never been so insulted."
Nanny Dove grunted.
"Ifin youse wants to be insulted."
"Enough," Matty yelled.
She pointed at the two spirits.
"You two get the fuck out of here and let these wonderful women do their job."
"But Matty ..."
"No buts Jeanie. You and Matilda get out of here. Right ... fucking ... now."
Nanny Dove folded her arms.
"Well I don't have to take this shit, in my own house."
"Its not your house, old lady. Now out."
Nanny Dove looked at Jeanie.
"See dat. Me own flesh and blood. Throwin' me out in da cold. All alone. No where to go. And da cold of da nite settling' in."
Matty started clapping her hands.
"And the Academy Award for the biggest pain in the ass goes to ... Matilda Dove."
Nanny Dove grunted.
"Come Jeanie. Lets go somewhere where wese bes appreciated."
Jeanie looked confused.
"Where's wud dat bes?"
"Fuck."
Nanny Dove grabbed her arm and the two disappeared.
Matty let out a long sigh, shaking her head.
"Fucking spirits."
Joyce laughed.
"Thanks Matty. Dey were driven' us off da deep end."
"Well if they come back, just call me."
She smiled at the two women.
"You sure I can't help?"
"Wese got everyting under control, Matty. 'as youse 'eard from the Premier and 'is wife?"
Matty nodded.
"They should be here in about a half hour or so."
Mable nodded.
"Dat will give dem enough time to get settled away and 'ave a drink before supper bes served."
She looked at the clock on the wall.
"Ise says wese shud bes ready 'bout five t'irty."
"Perfect."
Matty walked out of the kitchen.
"I will go and get the table ready."
The two women laughed.
Matty ignored it and headed down the hallway that connected the two sections of the house. As she neared the living room, in the new section, she heard women's voices and the sound of cutlery and dinnerware.
She walked into the living room and peeked into the dining room.
"What the?"
Lindsay Pike looked up and smiled at her.
"Well hello, Miss Dove. My name is Lindsay and dese two beautiful young ladies bes my daughter Valerie and Miss Tanya. We will be your servers for tonight."
She walked to Matty and stood in front of her.
"Wud youse like a drink, Miss Dove?"
Matty stood in silence for a few moments.
"What is this?" she finally whispered.
Lindsay kissed her cheek.
"Well, wese all jest thought that it wud bes a nice touch fer youse to have a wonderful dinner wit the Premier and his wife and wese did not want youse worryin' about a ting, so wese all got together and decided to do this for you."
Matty looked at the three women, all dressed alike in jeans, white blouses and bow ties.
"You guys look amazing, but you don't ..."
Valerie cut her off.
"We knows we don't have to Matty, but we wants to. You and Bill have done so much for us. This is really nothing."
Matty walked to her desk and plucked a couple tissues from the box, to wipe her eyes.
"You guys are amazing. I don't know what to say."
Lindsay stood up straight.
"You could tell me what youse wud like to drink, Miss Dove."
"Just beer, Lindsay."
"Imported or domestic, ma'am?"
"How about a Stella?"
"Right away, Miss Dove. Why don't you be seated on the couch and I will bring it to you."
Lindsay kissed Matty on the cheek and left to get the beer, in the kitchen.
"Has anyone seen my husband?"
"Mr. Williams went to the General Store to pick up some cigars, I believe, ma'am," Tanya informed her.
"He shud returns shortly."
Matty stared at the two young women who were setting the table and polishing the silverware. Tears started to well up in her eyes again. She got up from the couch and went to both girls, hugging them and gave them kisses on the cheek.
"I love you guys so much."
"We love youse, Matty," Lindsay assured her, passing her a Stella, in a tall Stella glass.
"Now, youse go and sit and lets us finish setting the table."
Matty sat on the couch and watched the three quickly and professionally set the table. Lindsay opened several bottles of wine, to allow them to breathe.
She then wiped down four crystal glasses and poured a bottle of 15 year old Glenlivet scotch in a decanter, arranging it on a wooden tray.
She turned, as she heard the patio door open.
"We have company," Bill said quickly, as he took off his jacket and hung it on the coat tree near the door.
"They are here?"
Bill nodded and took her hand.
"I saw their car pull in, when I was rounding the corner of the house."
Matty put down her beer and the two hurried down the hallway, arriving in the living room of the old section just as there was a knock on the door.
Bill looked at Matty.
"You answer."
Matty opened the door to see a man and a woman standing there.
"You must be Matty," the man remarked, offering his hand.
Matty shook his hand.
"Mr. Premier."
She stepped aside, so the two could come inside.
"Please, come in out of the cold."
The two stepped inside and Matty closed the door.
"This is my hubby, Bill."
"Mr. Premier."
Daniel Best laughed.
"Okay, lets get these silly formalities out of the way. For the next couple days, we are just Daniel and Wendy."
"I am Wendy," the attractive woman introduced herself, shaking hands with Bill and Matty.
Matty noticed a strange look come to Daniel's face. She turned to see the five women standing in the living room.
"Daniel. Wendy. I would like for you to meet five dear friends of ours that have graciously and completely unknown to me, have agreed to prepare and serve us the traditional Newfie supper that you requested."
The five women were introduced and all parties shook hands.
Matty looked at Bill.
"Why don't you help Daniel with their luggage and I will show Wendy their bedroom?"
Ten minutes later, Lindsay led the Best's into the living room.
"Would you like a drink?"
"I would love a red wine, if you have any," Wendy informed her, "and Daniel would like a scotch?"
Daniel nodded.
"That would be perfect, if its not too much trouble."
"Not at all. Please takes a seat and Ise will get your drinks."
Wendy and Daniel sat in armchairs, while Bill and Matty sat on the couch.
"You really didn't have to go through all this trouble, just for us," Wendy said. "I know we said we would like a traditional dinner, but it seems you have went overboard."
Lindsay handed Wendy and Daniel their drinks.
"Mr. Williams and Miss Dove did not know we were going to do this for them. It is our way of showing them how much the Bay loves and appreciates them."
She turned to Bill and Matty.
"Would you like anything else?"
Matty nodded.
"Just one thing, Lindsay."
"Yes ma'am."
Matty shook her head.
"Stop call me Miss Dove. Stop calling Bill, Mr. Williams. And for God's sake, stop calling me ma'am."
"As you wish, ma'am," Lindsay smirked, as she headed down the hallway.
"Ifin youse needs anything, jest call."
Matty shook her head, as she apologized to Wendy and Daniel.
"We really had no idea they were going to do this."
"I think they are absolutely charming," Wendy laughed.
"They must really admire you, to do this for you."
"They are our family," Bill smiled.
"We love them."
Wendy looked around the living room.
"Your home is absolutely beautiful. Such contrasts. Who was your decorator."
Matty squeezed Bill's hand.
"My amazing hubby did all this. It simply blew me away when he showed me for the first time. I was speechless."
Matty stood up.
"Would you like a quick tour?"
"Absolutely."
While Matty showed Wendy the house, Bill and Daniel talked.
"I looked over the papers that Matty sent me," Daniel informed Bill.
"And I had the opportunity to talk to Commander Lukeman of the RCMP. I simply do not know what to say."
Bill smiled.
"All we want out of all of this, Daniel, is to have Tuckamore Bay off the relocation list."
Daniel sipped his scotch.
"This is great. Glenlivet?"
Bill laughed.
"Actually, I don't know. I would assume Lindsay poured it in the decanter. Knowing her, she probably took the 15 year old."
"Well you both have good taste. Anyway, Bill, don't worry about the relocation thing. That will be coming off the table. All we have to decide, over the next couple days, is what direction do we go in to alleviate this situation."
"I am sorry for putting you in this situation, Daniel, but my first and foremost loyalty and concern is to the Bay."
"I completely understand, Bill. I just don't know how this was kept away from me, for so long."
"Well, Daniel, when you have some of your most trusted people hiding shit from you, it can be difficult to get to the truth."
Daniel shook his head.
"But there was so much. I mean this thing stretched into three or four departments of government and some of the most powerful ministers. I feel like a fool for not knowing about it."
"You do have a province to run, Daniel. It is much the same as the Bay here. Matty and I were getting overwhelmed with all the decisions and problems that just kept coming up all the time. We made the decision to inject some younger blood into the Bay and have them responsible for a lot of the day to day, so Matty and I can concentrate more on simply having a life and relationship. Which has been a real trial at times."
"I know what you mean, Bill. Being Premier was a dream of mine, but sometimes dreams are best kept as that. They do tend to get away from you."
Daniel sat forward and held his glass in both hands.
"We will talk more about this over the next couple days, but let me assure you, Bill, that there will be sweeping changes made and they are going to be made quickly. I will not allow this depth of bullshit, within my government."
"I hope you two are not talking business already," Wendy inquired, as she and Matty returned to the living room.
"We will have lots of time for that tomorrow. For tonight, let us just enjoy the company of new friends, good food and maybe even a fire in that fireplace that Matty bragged about, that is attached to her veranda."
She kissed her husband and sat in an armchair.
"We will have lots of time to discuss business tomorrow."
The four agreed and enjoyed a wonderful night.