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

for me, his face showing no expression at all.

Arthur was waiting on the sidewalk, his hands deep in the pockets of his gray overcoat.

He took the box from my arms without a word and set it on the hood of his sedan.

He pulled a silk cloth from his pocket and began to clean his spectacles, his eyes squinted against the bright autumn sun.continue reading …