Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

to it. He held them out, the brass catching the yellow light from the porch lamp.

“She gave them to me before she went into the dining room,” Ben said, his voice a low rumble in the darkness. “Said she found them in the flour bin while she was looking for the chicory.”

“I figured she had,” I said, taking the keys and feeling the familiar continue reading …