Carol could handle it. She would find someone to cook. Unfortunately, her husband was the only fry cook she could find.
"But it's like being in the Navy all over again." He laughed about it. Only Carol was serious about the Coffee Shop. She didn't want to hear about any Navy stories when he was a cook; that was decades ago.
Eventually, her daughters came around to help. It just wasn't the same without Crystal. The customers let her know soon enough.
"It's just temporary," Carol assured them. Of course, it was nice to see her girls helping out at the diner.
"I had no idea you had waitress skills." Carol teased her stoic Tyra, who was actually smiling.
"Ma, are you sure you can do this?" Tyra was concerned.
"It's only temporary," Carol promised. Yet she enjoyed filling in. She loved the customers. She wanted to have great food. But it was a bit iffy. She was thankful they could sell the bakery's pies and muffins. She knew somebody wasn't fond of making over-easy eggs. Actually, she ended up having to do that when anyone wanted them.
Thankfully, she had the waffle recipe and she did know how to make a good cup of coffee. She was pleased when anyone asked for another cup of coffee.
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