Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

pushed her glasses up her nose.

“The office looks very clean, Gregory,” I said, my finger tracing the edge of the paper.

“It is state-of-the-art,” Gregory said, his words coming in a rapid rush. “No more cold corners in the winter or leaking ceilings during the spring thaws.”

I turned the page to the section labeled Wisconsin Operations, looking for the continue reading …