Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

a pamphlet, Dad,” she said, her voice smooth and clinical. “We are just gathering data.”

She stood up and walked toward the hallway, leaving the glossy paper resting on the dark oak wood.

I sat in my armchair, staring at the smiling couple on the cover until the room began to dim in the late afternoon light.

My mind kept slipping, trying to recall if continue reading …