Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

clicking as he pulled it tight. “Mid-Valley was going to buy us out anyway.”

“You did it to force the sale,” I said. “You chose the one supplier you knew would make the bottles split.”

Evelyn pushed her glasses up her nose but did not interrupt.

“I have the transfer agreement here,” I said, sliding a three-page document across the desk.

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