When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

rested on the steering wheel.

For a moment, I could see myself reflected in the windshield.

White hair.

Thin face.

Tan coat.

A smear of lipstick I had applied without looking.

I did not look like rebellion.

I looked like somebody’s grandmother who had taken a wrong turn leaving the grocery store.

Maybe that was why no one noticed me at first.

I opened my purse continue reading …