Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

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“How much did we pay them?” I asked.

“Ten thousand dollars on the first of the month,” Evelyn said, her voice dropping. “And another five thousand last Wednesday. None of this went through our general ledger.”

“Where is Gregory now?” I asked, holding the blue ledger against my side.

“He is down on the loading dock,” Evelyn said,continue reading …