Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

said. I reached into the crate and pulled out the flat-sided jug that had been standard for the last six weeks. “This is the bottle we have been shipping since September.”

“Martha, we are in the middle of a legal presentation,” Gregory said. His voice was thin and rising. “We do not have time for a science fair demonstration.”

Arthur leaned forward, continue reading …