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

nor at Brenda, who sat to Harold’s right with a stack of manila folders arranged neatly in front of her.

“Well, now,” I said, smoothing my blue skirt before I sat down in the high-backed swivel chair opposite my brother-in-law.

Harold did not return my greeting. He tapped his heavy gold watch against the polished mahogany table, the sharp metallic click continue reading …