Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

A cold white puddle of whole milk was creeping toward my boots.

It leaked from the middle of a fresh pallet, dripping through the pine slats.

The sharp smell of sanitizing solution and damp cardboard filled the loading dock.

At three dollars and forty cents a gallon, every single drop counted.

Gregory adjusted his watch strap and pointed at the wet bottom continue reading …