“This would have been a trial for anyone, but as she was the owner of the Do-Or-Diner, it blossomed into a catastrophe of enormous proportions. Addie stood with her hands pressed to the stainless steel door of the subzero walk-in, as if she might jump-start its heart by faith healing.It was hard to decide what was more devastating: the health violations or the loss of potential income. Twenty pounds of dry ice, the most the medical supply store had to offer, wasn’t doing the job. Within hours, A...ddie would have to throw away the gallon buckets of gravy, stew, and chicken soup made that morning. “I think,” she said after a moment, “I’m going to build a snowman.”“Now?” asked Delilah, the cook, her crossed arms as thick as a blacksmith’s. She frowned. “You know, Addie, I never believed it when folks around here called you crazy, but-”“I’ll stick it in the fridge. Maybe it’ll save the food until the repairman gets here.”“Snowmen melt,” Delilah said, but Addie could tell that she was turning the idea over in her mind.“Then we’ll mop up and make more.”“And I suppose you’re just gonna let the customers fend for themselves?”“No,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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