Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

I had my thick gray non-slip socks on under my sturdy winter boots, and my ankles felt solid and warm.

“I will walk down the steps first,” I said, opening the front door and stepping out onto the porch.

The wind off the street was sharp, but my feet did not slip on the wooden stairs. Mrs. Gable followed me closely, her eyes fixed on my heels as we reached continue reading …