Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

kitchen floor while the stew simmered on the stove.

“The old resin was costing us too much,” Gregory said, his fingers twitching against his watch strap. “We have to cut expenses if we want to survive until the winter.”

“We survive by keeping our quality up,” I said.

I sat at the table, my fingers tracing the smooth silver of my wedding band.

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