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

had grown out two full inches from the parting. She bit her lip and looked toward the hallway.

“Uncle Harold says it makes the office look like a retirement home,” she said, her voice rising. “He says clients want to see energy.”

“Harold is sixty-five,” I said.

I left the bottle of Chestnut Brown dye on the counter when I gathered my handbag.

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