Children hugged her.
Many customers specifically asked to sit in her section just so they could chat with her for a few minutes.
What most people didn’t know was why she still worked.
Years earlier, Eleanor had lost her husband of fifty-two years.
Then came the medical bills.
Then the debt.
Then the difficult decision to sell the family home she had lived in for nearly half a century.
Working wasn’t about staying busy.
It was survival.
And she never complained.