Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

promise me you are not having another one of those spells?” Frank asked.

I did not answer him, looking instead at the dark stain spreading across the paper napkin.

“Evelyn mentioned your daughter was asking about your schedule yesterday,” Frank said, leaning back.

The study in Ben’s house smelled of old leather and pipe tobacco. Ben, my retired physician continue reading …