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

color of your hair, Martha,” Arthur said, taking the Apex letter from my hand and scanning it. “But it cares very much about a ninety-thousand-dollar omission in a franchise sale.”

I sat down and took my pen from my purse, pulling his formal representation agreement toward me.

“Let us sign it,” I said.

I signed my name at the bottom of the blue paper.continue reading …