Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

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“Wayne said we received new mold plates last month,” I said. “He saw the delivery slip.”

Evelyn stood up, her knee joint popping in the quiet room. She walked to the dark green filing cabinets in the corner and pulled open the bottom drawer. We searched through the folders for twenty minutes, the paper rustling as we checked the vendor list continue reading …