Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

at the township hall parking lot at nine,” Wayne said, securing the bungee cord to the truck bumper. “That gives us twenty minutes to walk the crates up the back stairs.”

“I will have the folders ready,” Evelyn said.

I watched Wayne pull the tailgate up and latch it, the iron handle dropping into place with a heavy clink.

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