Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

the back cooler behind the old wooden crates. Do not let Gregory see them.”

“He will be here at five for the shift change,” Wayne said, his voice quiet.

“I will be gone by then,” I said.

By six-thirty, the kitchen was dark except for the single yellow bulb over the table. Evelyn sat opposite me, her fingers tracing the edge of her coffee continue reading …