Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

the odds of getting her way without another argument.

The quiet hum of the old refrigerator seemed to grow louder in the silence of the room. “You would sign the vehicle over to my care?” she asked.

“The keys,” I said. “The primary set. You can park it in your driveway until we find an apartment closer to your house.”

“But if the numbers stay normal, continue reading …