Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

watch buzzing once against her wrist.

Frank froze with his bishop still suspended two inches above the board.

“Dad,” Clara said, stopping at the end of our table.

“Morning, Clara,” I said, keeping my hand flat on the table to cover the slight tremble in my fingers. “You’re up early.”

“I went to your house to check your morning vitals before my nine o’clock continue reading …