Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

of the jug was completely flat, missing the circular depression that usually sat right below the handle.

“Wayne, where is the circular dent?” I asked. “The one we engineered to absorb the drop shock?”

Wayne shifted his weight and stared at the conveyor belt. “We are not using that mold anymore. Gregory ordered the change last month.”

“He did not tell continue reading …