Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

cap as I slid into the booth opposite him.

“You look like you saw a ghost on the way over, Arthur,” Frank said.

I cleared my throat and tapped my index finger against the table. “Just the wind.”

Evelyn, the diner owner, slid a fresh mug of black coffee onto the Formica table. “Breakfast is eggs and toast, four dollars and fifty cents, just like yesterday,continue reading …