Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

tablecloth. She looked up, her face softening as she saw me.

“Morning, Arthur,” she said, wiping her hands on her canvas apron. “The usual?”

“Just a small cup of the regular, Evelyn,” I said, clearing my throat.

She brought it out in a heavy white mug. I took a sip, and the warm, dark liquid seemed to sweep the fog right out of my head. My fingers did continue reading …