Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

the white pages catching the pale yellow light of the lamp.

I did not touch the brochure. Instead, I waited until Clara left for her morning run at seven, then I walked the three blocks to the Oakhaven Diner.

The crisp October air smelled of damp leaves and woodsmoke. Evelyn, the diner’s owner, was on the porch shaking out a red-and-white checkered continue reading …