Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

said. “We have twenty-two thousand gallons of raw milk arriving at nine, and we cannot have any disruptions on the loading dock.”

I reached into my pocket, took out the brass ring with the office keys, and laid them on the yellowing desk.

“They do not fit the main padlock on the pasture gate,” I said.

Gregory did not answer. He picked up the keys and continue reading …