My Best Friend Took My Autistic Son to the Same Diner Every Time She Visited—On His 18th Birthday, the Waitress Finally Revealed What They’d Really Been Doing There

“That’s sweet.”

At 12, Leo started mentioning an elderly customer.

“Mr. Howard likes me.”

“Who’s Mr. Howard?”

“He drinks coffee, Mama.”

Chloe snorted. “Four cups. The man’s probably thirty percent caffeine.”

“That’s not how percentages work,” Leo said.

I laughed.

“Who’s Mr. Howard?”

Then Leo turned 14.

Chloe brought him home almost half an hour late.

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