Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

door opened behind me, and Clara stepped out onto the porch, holding a gray woolen cardigan around her shoulders.

“You should come inside, Dad,” she said. “The temperature is dropping.”

“I like the air,” I said, not turning to look at her.

“The wind is bad for your sinuses,” she said. “And we have a lot of details to go over before tomorrow.”

I did not continue reading …