Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

arm lowered, pressing a blue cap onto a filled jug.

The milk inside was white and heavy, the price of a gallon still holding at three dollars and forty cents.

“Will the old buyers take us back?” Wayne asked.

“Two of the local supermarkets called this afternoon,” I said. “They want thirty cases each by Friday.”

“We can meet that,” Wayne said. “But the real continue reading …