Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

tea?”

“No,” I said, clearing my throat. “I want to show you this.”

I laid the yellow clinic folder on the Formica table between Frank and the chess board.

Frank squinted at the cover, then pulled his reading glasses from his shirt pocket. “What is this, Arthur? Some kind of official business?”

“It is my medical record from the clinic,” I said. “Read the continue reading …