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

hovering over his pen. “Is there a change in representation on my account, Harold?”

“Just a natural handoff,” Harold said, offering a wide, easy smile that did not reach his eyes. “We want to make sure Martha has plenty of time for her garden and her daughter’s upcoming wedding.”

The room went quiet, save for the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead.continue reading …