Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

carpet.

“Drop it right there,” I said.

He let go.

The flat-sided jug hit the floor flat on its bottom. The seam near the handle split with a sharp pop, a wide sheet of water bursting across the gray carpet and soaking the leather shoes of the board member sitting next to Arthur.

Nobody in the room spoke. The water began to sink into the continue reading …