Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

on the gray carpet where the flat jug had split.

“I will be in the office, Martha,” she said.

“I will be down in a minute,” I said.

The door closed, leaving the two of us alone under the hum of the projector.

Gregory sat down in the high-backed chair at the far end of the table. He did not look at me. He looked at his hands, his fingers continue reading …