Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

corner, where the bright green box of chicory substitute sat on top of the old newspapers.

“I can throw that away if you want,” she said.

“I will do it,” I said, reaching down and lifting the green box from the bin.

I opened the pantry door and reached behind the flour bins, pulling out the silver canister of real coffee beans that I continue reading …