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

and apologize, Mom. If you don’t, I don’t know if I can handle having this hang over the wedding.”

She turned and walked out, the screen door bouncing twice behind her.

The post office lobby was warm and smelled of wet cardboard and damp winter coats. I stood in the short line behind an elderly man mailing a package of books.

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