Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

of the logbook, looking at the initials he had stamped next to each test run. The page was dry and smelled of fresh ink.

“How long will the board meeting last on Tuesday?” Wayne asked.

“An hour,” I said. “Unless Gregory finishes the vote in twenty minutes.”

“Then we have to get these logs and the test bottles in front of them before the hand-raising starts,continue reading …