Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

lunch pail sitting on a clean wooden crate. The sanitizing solution from the wash cycle smelled sharp and clean in the damp air, cutting through the usual yeastiness of the floor. He had a steel box cutter in his right hand and his lead pencil tucked behind his ear.

“The new shipment of virgin resin came in at four,” Wayne said, pointing to a neat stack continue reading …