Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

and closed the blue ledger with a sharp snap.

The morning sun did not warm the yellowing linoleum of the dairy office when I walked in at eight.

Gregory was already there, standing by the oak desk that had belonged to his father. Two men in dark gray uniforms with silver security patches on their shoulders stood near the metal filing cabinets.

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