Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

my finger tapping against the wooden telephone table.

“I will be there at five,” Ben said. “Make sure you have that yellow folder from the clinic handy. We will need the official prescription history to show when the dosage was altered.”

“I have it,” I said. “It is tucked inside my desk drawer.”

“Keep your head down until then, Arthur,” Ben said. “I continue reading …