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

assistant manager,” Harold said, his voice dropping to a gravelly mutter. “Brenda is gone, but they want me here to show the new transition team the local utility maps.”

“You always did know where the water mains were,” I said.

He tapped his watch, but the motion had lost its old rhythm. “I have to be back inside by one. The new regional supervisor wants continue reading …