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

said, her voice high and fast as she looked between Harold and me.

“We could not do this without your mother,” Brenda said, sliding into the seat next to Cynthia. “She is the very foundation of this agency.”

Harold raised his ice water glass as the waiter set down our chicken salads.

“To Martha,” Harold said. “Thirty years of keeping us on the straight continue reading …