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

idled out on the street, and then the quiet sound of a car door closing drifted around the side of the house.

I walked down the three wooden steps, my sensible shoes pressing into the damp grass, and found Arthur standing by his old sedan in the driveway.

He was not wearing his legal suit today, only a thick gray wool sweater that had continue reading …