Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

flour bin on the bottom shelf, hidden under an old dish towel, was a small, silver tin canister of ground dark roast I had bought at the grocery store three weeks ago.

Clara had searched the cupboards on Monday, carrying away the paper bags of beans and the paper filters, but she had missed this one hidden in the dark corner.

I reached in and touched continue reading …