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

chair squeaking as he stood up.

“I’ll call you back when the papers are in the mail,” Harold said, and then the line went dead.

I heard his heavy footsteps move toward the small private washroom at the back of his office. A second later, the sound of rushing water came through the thin wall.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside his office. The air continue reading …