Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

sat at her metal desk with her reading glasses pushed up to the bridge of her nose.

“Evelyn, do we have any recent invoices from a company named Apex Plastics?” I asked.

Evelyn stopped typing and looked at me, her slow drawl cutting through the quiet office. “We do not buy resin or molds from anyone named Apex, Martha. All our accounts are with Mid-West continue reading …