Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

the canvas tarp over the first crate to keep the frost off the caps. “Gregory will be at the office by seven tomorrow to prepare the room.”

“Are you going to let him know we are coming?” Wayne asked, wiping his greasy hands on a red shop towel.

“No,” I said. “If he knows, he will find a way to lock the gates before Harold gets there.”

“He has the security continue reading …