Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

her voice dropping into a quieter, firmer register. “If those numbers spike even once, we start packing the house on Monday.”

She picked up her tea and walked out of the kitchen, her sneakers squeaking on the linoleum. I sat alone, looking at the empty space on the counter.

At four o’clock, the yellow leaves of the maple tree were drifting across the continue reading …