Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

outside.

“I should go tell Ben he can come back inside,” she said, setting her mug down on the counter.

“Let him be,” I said. “Ben likes the cold air, and he has been waiting thirty years to tell me I was right about something.”

We finished the tea in a silence that felt different from the ones we had shared over the last six weeks, a silence that didn’t continue reading …