Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

the reject pile and tapped the bottom seam with his thumb.

“This resin is meant for plastic lumber, not grocery shelves,” Wayne said. “Gregory knew that. I gave him the material sheets three weeks ago, and he told me to run it anyway.”

“Did he write that down?” I asked.

Wayne reached into his back pocket and pulled out a yellow maintenance log. “He did continue reading …