Rita asked. “I’m on my way to his family’s fishing hole right now. He works there on the weekends.” Destiny passed another dirt road with no signage and prayed that the one she was supposed to take would have some form of identification. How did people find their way around down here? “Their fishing hole.” Rita’s giggle echoed through the speaker on Destiny’s phone. “That sounds so cool. Are you actually going to fish?” “That’s the plan. I told him that I’ve always wanted to, so he’s going to teach me.” She slowed down at the next dirt road, this one with an ancient mailbox at the end...with no name and no number. Her GPS said she still had a few miles to go, but even the GPS didn’t display any identifiers for the obscure roads. “Talk about going the extra mile to get him to let you publish those letters.” Destiny blinked. “Going the extra mile?”
