Gladys spent her mornings chatting with the ladies at the beauty parlor, lunches in the tea room with the bridge club, afternoons volunteering at the local hospital, and her evenings winding the town up with her personal flair. Day after day, year after year, Gladys enjoyed her life and friends. Time is not kind and Gladys was slowing down. Hard decisions needed to be made and soon only her closest friends remained. Now Gladys’ days were spent doctoring arthritis aggravated by the winding and her nights filled with fret over who would wind her when she finally wore down.