Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

a decaf today, Evelyn,” I said, sliding onto a vinyl stool at the end of the counter.

She paused, her hands resting on her apron. “Decaf? You feeling alright, honey?”

“Just trying something new,” I said, though my voice sounded thin even to me.

She poured a cup from the green-rimmed pot and slid it toward me along with a plate of scrambled eggs and rye continue reading …