Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

and friend of forty years, sat in his leather armchair, slowly polishing his gold-rimmed reading glasses with a soft cloth.

“It felt as if the floor simply gave way,” I said, leaning back against the cushions.

Ben put his glasses on and leaned forward to take my wrist, his thumb pressing lightly against my radial artery. He spoke in his slow, reassuring continue reading …