Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

of figures.

“There is still the matter of the outstanding invoice to Apex,” she said.

“There is no Apex,” I said. “There is only Gregory.”

The door to the back hallway clicked open, and Gregory walked in.

He was carrying an empty cardboard box from the loading dock, the brown flaps folded back.

His face was pale, his eyes fixed on the floor as he approached continue reading …