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

said, her voice rising before she even reached the table. “Harold called me twice this afternoon. He said you are threatening him with a lawyer.”

“Well, now,” I said, setting my silver hairbrush on the counter. “Harold has been making decisions that concern my livelihood, Cynthia.”

“He is family,” she said, her voice fast and thin. continue reading …