Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

not tremble at all as I held the handle.

“You look better already, honey,” Evelyn said, leaning against the porch railing. “But we have a bit of a wrinkle.”

“A wrinkle?” I asked.

“Clara came by yesterday afternoon,” Evelyn said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “She told me your heart couldn’t handle the caffeine. She asked me to stop continue reading …