Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

“That was the agreement.”

“Good,” he said, putting the car in reverse. “Because if I have to come back out here to read your chart again, I am charging you double.”

His car backed out onto the blacktop, the headlights sweeping across the front porch and illuminating the empty wooden chairs where Clara and I had sat during the long,continue reading …