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

against my hand at eight o’clock the next morning.

I did not even have my coat unbuttoned before Harold stepped out of his office, his heavy gold watch catching the overhead fluorescent light as he tapped the face.

Brenda stood near the water cooler, applying a fresh layer of pink lip balm with her pinky finger and keeping her eyes fixed on the baseboard.continue reading …