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

voice rising in that overly sweet, patronizing tone she reserved for clients she thought were wealthy. “We didn’t expect you back until tomorrow. Harold said you were taking a personal day to rest your nerves.”

“Well, now,” I said, walking up to the high mahogany counter. “My memory is quite intact, Brenda. And my work is not finished.”

Brenda smiled,continue reading …