Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

porch was crisp, but my stomach had been rumbling with a dull, persistent ache since I left the house. Evelyn was standing near the railing, shaking out a red-and-white checkered tablecloth.

“You look like you lost your best friend, Arthur,” she said, tucking the cloth under her arm and wiping her hands on her canvas apron.

“Just a bit of indigestion,continue reading …