ELEVEN

IT WAS nearly a week since Doris had arrived in Los Angeles and it felt weird how much the city had changed in a span of four years when she was away. On the other hand, when she'd spent all those years growing up, it never felt like anything changed at all.

She wasn't exaggerating.

The candy shop she'd frequented had been the same, in the same spot, throughout her grade school, high school, and even after college.

But now, she couldn't even locate her favorite coffee shop.

Where in the world was Mr. Shawn and his family? Their coffee shop had been her heaven and their coffee her kryptonite. They were the only ones that made coffee savory enough to make even an insomniac forget the harm of too much caffeine ingestion and just enjoy the goodness and richness of coffee.

Luckily for her, despite the transformation, her scattered brain, and her zilch sense of direction, she was adjusting quicker than she expected. Thank goodness!

But one thing in LA that hadn't