Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

rye toast between us.

“This is on the house,” she said. “For keeping the peace.”

We walked out of the diner at nine o’clock, the sun now high enough to warm the hood of my car as I drove back to the house.

The kitchen was quiet when I let myself in through the back door, but the smell of herbal tea was gone, replaced by the clean scent of the pine floor continue reading …