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

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He nodded, his eyes shining with a quiet understanding. I knew he was thinking of his late wife, whose photo sat in a silver frame on the corner of his bookshelf.

“Take care of those heels,” he said. “And call me if the numbness returns.”

“I will,” I said, standing up and tucking the extra socks back into my bag.

“How are you managing continue reading …