Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

of the local plant.”

“How much is the bonus, Gregory?” I asked.

“It is a standard percentage,” he said, turning his back to me and walking toward the main garage.

The breakroom smelled of cheap filter coffee when I walked in at four o’clock. Evelyn was already there, sitting at the formica table with a blue binder open in front of her.

She slowly pushed continue reading …