(Hey! Nice to hear from you again!)
Winifred shrugged.
"I always thought that sort of a thing was a myth anyways, my mom said she saw colors when she met my dad, but they went away when he died, so I just kind of figured she was giving me a story to give me something to look forward to once I was older, but I guess she was telling the truth."
She looked down at her pants, which were navy blue, not black like she had thought and her shirt was a dark velvet red. "Huh," she said, smiling. "Guess it's hard to match when you can't see anything but white, black and hues of grey."