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

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“We’ve got it covered,” Harold said, stepping past me without looking at my face.

I went upstairs to wash my hands as soon as I got home. I opened the medicine cabinet, my eyes brushing past the dusty bottle of Chestnut Brown hair dye I had bought three months ago but never opened, before I went down to the small study.

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