Well, this was all probably fodder for good gossip for women, but Garret had honestly no idea where to begin with this story. The taffy, the carnival and well, Plymouth. He didn't know how to make heads or tails of it all.

His hand patted her back awkwardly as she insisted on pouring out all the details of her relationship with Plymouth along with her salty tears, but anyone watching closely would see that Garret would have loved to have been anywhere but there.

"There, there." he said in an almost comical way for the monosyllabic method of his delivery.

Then again.

"There, there."