The Mighty Quinns: Rourke
“The locals, worried about the approaching storm, were buying last-minute supplies before the wind and rain drove them indoors.
“Hey, Rourke! You hanging around for this? It’s supposed to be the storm of the decade. At least that’s what forecasters are callin’ it.”
Rourke turned to smile at Betty Gillies, the store owner. “Nope. I’m heading out. I want to get to the mainland before it hits. I just needed some batteries for my camera. Thought I’d take a few last pictures of the coastline before I left the island.”
“We’re going to miss you around here,” she said. “Heck, I’m gonna miss you. You were good for the bottom line.”
Rourke chuckled. “I’m sure I was.”
He’d arrived on the eastern shore of Cape Breton Island almost three months ago, coming to the Maritimes to settle his uncle’s estate. His father’s family had lived on the island for almost a hundred years, plying the waters of the Atlantic as fishermen.
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