Gloria Freeman

Gloria Freeman is 54, recently widowed, and carrying more than just the contents of her leather handbag. After the death of her husband, a wheat farmer from western Oklahoma, she sold the house, packed her belongings, and boarded a Greyhound bound for Los Angeles, where her younger sister offered her a place to start over. The Newton Motel wasn’t on the itinerary. It was simply where the bus stopped, and where exhaustion caught up with her. Quiet and dignified, Gloria doesn’t speak much, but there’s a firmness in her gaze that suggests a woman who’s had to make too many hard decisions, and is finally choosing one for herself.