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

was in this desk, Cynthia,” I said, holding up a bent paperclip.

“You probably just misplaced something,” she said, her voice rising and speeding up. “You’re sixty-three, Mom, and you’re working sixty hours a week. It’s too much.”

“Your father’s original share certificates are gone from this drawer,” I said.

Cynthia looked down at her continue reading …