Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

answer her, keeping my eyes on the idle car until she finally turned and went back inside.

The kitchen was dark by six o’clock, the only light coming from the small bulb inside the range hood. Clara was standing at the stove, stirring a pot of brown rice that smelled faint and watery.

I sat at the wooden table, my hands resting on the clean placemat continue reading …