Noon in Florida

Burgers and time zones

The little girl looks like my Gabby did when she was nine or ten — dark eyes, long pigtails. Chewed fingernails and ripped jeans. She’s drawing on the back of the kids’ menu, a line of eight or ten horses standing in an oval pasture.

It doesn’t seem right that she’s in a casino diner at three in the morning, even if she’s with her momma. This place is di…