Sixty-three Year Old Widow Refused to Hide Her Gray Hair at Work

looked out the window at the yellow leaves of the elm tree in Arthur’s yard. A small blue bird was hopping along the empty bird feeder.

“Cynthia has always wanted a large wedding,” I said softly. “But she knows how hard I work for my share of the agency. She would not let Harold pay for it behind my back.”

“Cynthia is young and ambitious, Martha,” Arthur continue reading …