Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

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“I saw the notice Gregory sent out,” Harold said, his voice like dry gravel. “He says the dairy is losing eight thousand gallons of milk a week to bad packaging.”

“The packaging is only bad because Gregory wanted it that way,” I said.

I opened the green folder between our coffee cups and slid the resin invoices toward him, along with the Chicago continue reading …