Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

down on a paper towel and turned around, her face pale in the dim light.

“We don’t have time for this discussion anymore, Dad,” she said. “I spoke with my brother, and I called Dr. Curtis’s office back. We have moved the family meeting up to tomorrow evening.”

I looked at her, my index finger tapping once against the table. “Tomorrow?”

“Yes,” she said,continue reading …