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

at the bottom of the wood drawer.

The back door clicked open, and Cynthia walked in, her car keys jingling in her hand. She was twisting her engagement ring round and round her finger.

“Mom, you look exhausted,” Cynthia said, not offering a hug as she set her purse on the counter. “You really need to start thinking about letting go of that place.”

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