Written by Entirety is great in Mercybay or so we’d contemplated. A particular day fastly approaching to completing the local bay side reconstruction and all eager boater would obtain what they have yearned about and only visualized in the movies. One thing was for definet the locals where at there patience end with all the industrial equipment, all the early morning frustrations, loud beeping noises from the trucks reversing up, and not to point out the mud trails going from the development site to the interstate and beyond. Who could endure another year of this mess.
It all initiated with Mrs. Wills and that outdated overrated store of hers that spilled over with enough travel luggage to pack the Chinese in. Don’t get me wrong the handbags where pretty nice, it was Mrs. Wills that everyone had had enough of. She persistently insisted on this over budgeted interest in the bay area and since she was from a more “civilized” breed, as she often made common knowledge with everyone she knew and those relations afforded her much a sway in just the right places to get a thing like this pushed through in an otherwise determined and even shrewd town committee board.
Clearly she had known some English man who had the competition for Vera Bradley designer handbags cornered from Venice to Ventura and he fancied her something passionately, or so it was said. Never the less this bloke was a overflowing with enough capital to leverage our important little town and create what was sure to be a titanic among developers, a story to be related for ages of how poor Mercybay was run aground and left for dead. Well all would not be lost, at least if I had anything to do about it. Who did I consider I was? That is a revelation for sure and especially to my wife Mrs. Wills. I mean for goodness sake our garage, our put aways, our every vacant space was packed full of these handbags.
