Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

it was better for the arterial walls,” she said, her voice shaking as she tried to find her professional footing again. “I thought if I could just get you to try it, you wouldn’t miss the regular roast.”

“It tasted like boiled grass, Clara,” I said, and for the first time in six weeks, the edge of my mouth twitched with the faint beginning of a smile.continue reading …