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

for a cup of black coffee, which still cost two dollars and fifty cents, and found Arthur sitting in the corner booth. He took off his spectacles and began cleaning them with his blue silk cloth, his movements slow and careful.

“Harold wants me out of sight, Arthur,” I said, sliding into the vinyl seat.

“Harold has always had an eye on the scoreboard,continue reading …