Oh. Molly couldn’t argue with that logic. “But I will be nice. Only, I don’t know if he’s ever going to come back to Greenville.” She tried not to sound too forlorn over that idea. She’d really only talked to the man for a little while. Just a bit one evening and a little more when she gave him the letter. She didn’t even know that much about him – well, other than the fact that he loved the sea…and he had a wonderful laugh…and he was kind enough to lend a hand to a girl trying to reach her family. Molly checked her thoughts. “But sometimes maybes are all we have.” Oops. She hadn’t really meant to say that part out loud. Remembering a tidbit of information she’d overheard, Molly asked, “You don’t think he’ll come for the autumn festival, do you? What is the festival like here anyway?”