Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

“No,” I said.

“They are raising the commercial rate again,” she said, looking out at the quiet street. “I might have to adjust my hours by November.”

I unwrapped the peppermint and put it in my mouth, the cool taste cutting through the heavy sweetness of the chicory that still lingered on my tongue.

“She wants me to sell the Buick, Evelyn,” I said.

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