Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

“The guards will see you to the gate.”

I walked down the iron stairs without looking back at him.

The parking lot was mostly empty, save for three delivery trucks and my blue Buick. I got into the driver’s seat and closed the door, the familiar smell of old vinyl and mints wrapping around me.

The two guards stood near the double doors of the main office,continue reading …