“and move a section of hair above my right ear to inspect a thick streak of silver hidden beneath the part. I lift it, coiling the hair around my finger, marveling at this single patch of silver. Ephraim shifts on the bed, and I hear the soft pad of feet on the floorboards. “I like it,” he says lifting the streak from my hand. He slides it through his fingers. “It is one thing to be old,” I tell him, “and another to feel old. That makes me feel old.” “Well, it makes me feel like a king.” He smiles at my curious look. “Only a fool would be upset to find a vein of silver running through his beloved territory.”
―
Ariel Lawhon,
The Frozen River
