Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

from the current quarter.

“There is nothing in the computer system under that name,” Evelyn said.

She reached deep into the back of the drawer, her arm disappearing behind the hanging folders, and pulled out a small blue ledger. It was bound in a cheap vinyl cover and had no label on the spine.

“What is that?” I asked.

Evelyn opened the continue reading …