Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

her glasses up the bridge of her nose and tapped her fingernail against a page of typed corporate bylaws.

“The original charter from eighty-four is very clear on this point, Martha,” Evelyn said in her slow, deliberate drawl.

“What did you find?” I asked, pulling out a plastic chair and sitting down.

“According to Section Four, any transfer continue reading …