Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

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“Thank you,” I said, taking the bag and placing it on the small table between us.

She leaned her back against the porch railing, looking out at the yard where the first brown leaves were beginning to cover the grass.

“Ben called me this morning,” she said, her voice quiet and even. “He said your pressure was fine.”

“It was,” I said. “I took it right continue reading …