It was the making of a perfect night.
Sheila and I sat at a table with her brother Kevin and his wife Joan.
Her cousin Donald and his wife Bonnie sat with us as well, along with Bobby and Jessie.
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We ate. I tried foods that I didn't even know existed.
Cod tongues, cod cheeks, dried capelin, squid and seal flipper pie.
Most of it I enjoyed, but the seal flipper pie, was definitely an acquired taste. One that I wasn't sure I would be able to acquire.
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We talked.
Everyone in the Rock, as they referred to Maynard's Rock, was so friendly and always quick with a joke.
I had never known a group of people who so loved to poke fun at themselves, but such were newfoundlanders, or Newfs as they affectionately are called.
I can't remember the last time I laughed so much, or had so much fun.
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We danced.
I was never a dancer, by any means and the last time I danced, I was purely drunk. But dancing with Sheila was so easy.
She was always smiling and laughing.
I was a little embarrassed at how bad a dancer I was, but no one seemed to noticed. And if they did, they obviously didn't care.
It was a celebration and everyone was in a good mood.
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About 10 o'clock, the mayor, John Maynard got up on the stage and took the microphone.
"Cut da music, boys, fer a few minutes."
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The musicians that were on stage stopped playing, to the groans of those on the dance floor.
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"Oh quiet down. Youse can all dance later, but first heres some important business we has to take care of."
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Slowly everyone sat down, except for one man who stood in front of the stage.
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John glared at the man, laughing.
"Donald? Sit your ass down me son."
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The crowd laughed. Apparently Donald was a bit of a clown.
Donald raised his glass to the Mayor and obliged him by dancing to his seat and sitting down.
"She be all yours now, Mayor me son."
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John nodded and continued.
"We have a special guest here tonight. The newest citizen of Maynard's Rock and a fine young man dat me sister Sheila has taken quite a shining' to.
Mr. Will Templeton. Will, come on up here."
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I froze. What was I suppose to do?
I looked at Sheila. She was laughing and clapping along with the others.
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"Come on Will, don't be too afraid," John tried to convince me.
Finally he looked at his sister." Sheila, get his ass up here."
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Whisper
FantasyWill Templeton built his dream home in the tiny Newfoundland outport of Maynard's Rock, a community of just 200 people. A loner by choice, little did he know that he would be sharing this new home with the Spirit of an 11 year old girl. A Spirit tha...