Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

client,” she said, her voice quiet but carrying clearly to the next booth. “Your car was in the drive, but the spare key was missing from the kitchen hook.”

Evelyn held the coffee pot between us, her eyes darting from Clara to me. “Can I get you a tea, honey?” she asked.

“No, thank you, Evelyn,” Clara said, without looking at her. “My continue reading …