Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

carved wood. “You play that pawn like you expect me to just hand you the center, Arthur,” he said.

I tapped my index finger against the heavy blue ceramic mug, enjoying the heat of it against my palm. “The center is already mine, Frank,” I said, before clearing my throat.

Evelyn walked over, carrying her glass pot with the orange rim, and wiped her hands continue reading …