Age might just be a matter of the mind, ask the sixty-year-old woman who seems to be growing younger.
Why would a handsome young new neighbor man pay any attention to a sixty-year-old maid who works in her flower garden and raises tea plants? Why are her book club members mad at her, and why can’t her walking group keep up with her anymore? Can it have anything to do with the tea she is drinking each night from the leaves the new neighbor has provided to her? Age is as old as you feel.
What would you do if you could walk in someone else’s shoes?
Joanne snapped one of her high-heels. The cobbler promised a two-hour turnaround. He lied. Can a night in a hotel help Gordon and Jo rediscover their love?