Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

said. She pushed her glasses up her nose with one finger. “The mortgage company in Chicago gave him forty-eight hours to clear the arrears on his townhouse.”

“How much does he owe them?”

“Forty-nine thousand dollars,” she said. “He put his savings into a commercial development off the expressway in Chicago three years ago. The developer took the money continue reading …