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

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The waitress set down a white mug of black coffee, the price on the chalkboard behind the counter still marked at two dollars and fifty cents.

Cynthia looked down at her paper napkin, tearing a small strip from the corner. “I talked to the florist yesterday. I canceled the white lilies and the silk drapery for the altar.”

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