Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

on her canvas apron. “You boys need a top-off before the rush starts?” she asked, her voice carrying its usual easy warmth.

“Just half for me, Evelyn, dear,” I said, sliding my mug toward the edge of the Formica.

The little brass bell above the diner door let out a sharp double chime.

I did not look up immediately, expecting the mail continue reading …