Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

reading glasses perched on the end of his nose as he turned a page in a thick medical journal.

He looked up, then took off his glasses and began polishing them with a small square of blue microfiber cloth. “You look like you just lost a close election, Arthur,” he said in his slow Indiana drawl.

“Clara walked into the diner this morning,” I said, sitting continue reading …