Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

with a damp rag that smelled of pine cleaner and vinegar.

She stopped when she saw me, letting the rag rest on the edge of a chair as she looked at the mug in my hand.

“Well, look who decided to show his face before the birds are even awake,” she said, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet morning.

“I brought my own cup today,” I said, clearing my throat continue reading …