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

is in chambers,” the clerk said, her pencil ticking a box on her sheet. “He will review the petition by four o’clock.”

“We will wait,” I said.

We sat on a wooden bench opposite the tall windows. Outside, the autumn wind was blowing dry maple leaves across the gray concrete plaza.

“If the judge signs this, Harold will receive the notice by courier within continue reading …