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

told them you were already gone.”

“Well, now,” I said, taking the heavy paper bag of copies from the clerk. “They are going to find out otherwise.”

“Brenda has your old desk drawer locked,” Sarah said. “She put her own nameplate on the door this morning.”

I paid the clerk twenty-eight dollars and forty cents.

“Thank you, Sarah,” I said. “Make sure you continue reading …