Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

stretching toward the curb.

“I’ll be at the diner at seven,” Frank said. “Evelyn was asking about you.”

“She wants to know if she needs to order more of that herbal tea you’ve been pretending to like.”

“Tell her I’ll be there,” I said. “One way or another.”

“Good luck, Arthur,” he said, turning to walk down the steps. “Don’t let that machine get the best continue reading …