Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

steps; she kept her eyes on the porch where I was sitting in the wicker chair.

“Morning, Dad,” she said, sitting down on the top step and setting her travel mug on the wooden floorboards.

“Morning, Clara,” I said.

“I brought some of those bran muffins you like from the bakery near my office,” she said, holding out the paper bag. “The ones with the raisins.continue reading …