I stepped from the shower and looked at myself in the full length mirror. Like most women, I think that my butt is too big, and my breasts too small. My hair is a pleasing shade of brown, thanks to the skills of my hairdresser. The triangle of hair between my legs has telltale streaks of gray. “Fast chance anyone will be seeing THAT anytime soon,” I thought to myself. “I guess I could be a hell of a lot worse at 58.”
I’m a member of a women’s service club in my city, and since the death of my husband I’ve been increasingly active in its activities. This evening we were having our biggest yearly event, a benefit for the scholarship fund, and we were hosting a special honoree.