Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

the street.

The morning was cold enough that our breath rose in small white puffs, disappearing into the empty Indiana sky.

“Frank will be here in a minute,” Evelyn said, turning back toward the screen door. “He was asking about you yesterday afternoon.”

“I know,” I said. “I saw his truck turn the corner just as I was pulling in.”

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