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

rim of my mug until the ceramic felt hot.

Harold did not wait for me to sit down when he called me into his office twenty minutes later. He tapped his heavy gold watch against the glass top of his desk, the sound like a small hammer.

“We have a situation, Martha,” Harold said, tossing a yellow legal pad toward my side of the desk. “The continue reading …