Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

kitchen table right now,” I said. “She wants me to sign it tonight.”

“Are you going to do it?” Frank asked, looking me straight in the eye.

“No,” I said.

I reached out and took the yellow folder, folding the report carefully along its original crease.

I slid the papers into the deep inner pocket of my winter coat, feeling the stiff cardboard continue reading …