Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

the office.”

The hallway was quiet, the yellowing linoleum floor showing the black scuff marks from the warehouse boots.

Evelyn was already at her desk when I walked in at ten. Her coat was draped over the back of her chair, and the blue ledger sat open on the green blotter between us. She had three different stacks of bank statements laid out, each continue reading …