Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

what are you going to do?” she asked.

I did not answer her.

The living room was quiet when the sun went down, the yellow light from the floor lamp casting long shadows across the carpet. Clara was sitting on the sofa, a neat stack of white papers resting on her lap.

“I brought the paperwork for the apartment near my neighborhood,” she continue reading …