Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

her voice still thick from crying. “And you have to promise me you will eat something before you drink the first one.”

“Toast and eggs,” I said. “Four dollars and fifty cents at the diner, just like I have done since the year your mother passed.”

The kettle began to whisper, a thin stream of steam rising from the spout and condensing continue reading …