Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

his phone in his hand.

I put the car in gear and drove out of the gravel lot, the stones crunching under my tires.

The drive to my house took less than five minutes, but I drove slowly, watching the blackbirds rise from the cornfields.

The kitchen was cold when I entered. I did not turn on the stove.

Evelyn was already sitting at the wooden table, her continue reading …