Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

up to leave, the small office suddenly feeling too warm, the smell of old paper and rubbing alcohol clinging to my wool coat.

“Thanks, Ben,” I said.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, Arthur,” he said, already putting his glasses back on.

I walked home the long way, avoiding the avenue that ran past the diner, keeping my eyes on the pavement until I reached my continue reading …