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

weight of victory, only the clean space where the worry used to live.

Have you heard from Cynthia today? Arthur asked.

She called from the florist’s shop about an hour ago, I said.

She wanted to know if I preferred white lilies or yellow roses for the small tables at the hall.

And what did you tell her? he asked.

I told her that yellow tulips would be nice,continue reading …