Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

honey.”

I reached for the white ceramic cup, but my fingers would not cooperate. My hand shook, and the liquid inside sloshed against the porcelain rim, spilling a dark puddle onto the table.

Frank leaned forward, his eyes narrowing under the brim of his cap. “You need a hand with that, Arthur?”

I pulled my hand back into my lap. “I am fine.”

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