Sally Gardiner-Smith

Right On Schedule

After finally ending things with Robert, a financial advisor who reminded her--in both appearance and personality-- of a stick of sugar-free gum, Eliza had packed all her belongings into a rented truck and driven the roughly fifteen hundred miles from Littleton, New Hampshire to Reddington Beach, Florida. She drove all the way through, stopping only to sleep in a rest stop just past the Virginia border and then again in Orlando when biblical sheets of rain made driving on the six-lane highway near impossible. There, she pulled into a roadside stop that advertised a baby gator park, where visitors could feed the infant reptiles, and a gift shop where one could buy gator jerky and leather. Eliza, more perturbed by the rain than the macabre circle-of-life reptile farm, stayed in the truck and waited for the rain to pass.