Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

still held in the estate trust under your control, you hold the deciding vote.”

“Gregory knows this,” I said.

“Of course he knows,” Evelyn said, closing the binder with a dull thud. “He needs your signature on that voluntary consent form before the board meets on Monday, or the entire deal falls apart.”

I looked down at the glossy Mid-Valley brochure continue reading …