Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

paper.

“We have thirty-six hours before Wayne’s test run,” I said.

Evelyn did not answer, but she nodded once, very slowly.

I walked over to the gray plastic trash bin beside the coffee maker.

I slid the glossy brochure into the trash bin.

The warehouse door was cold when I pushed it open at six the next morning.

Wayne was waiting by the main hopper, his continue reading …