Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

coat pocket to pull out a small wooden box.

“You brought the board,” I said.

“I double-dog dare you to try that opening move again,” Frank said, his voice gruff but quiet.

We went inside to our usual booth near the back window, where the heat from the radiator was already making the glass sweat.

The smell of bacon grease and maple syrup filled the room,continue reading …