Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

to the damp concrete. The air carried the clean, sharp smell of the chlorine sanitizing solution we used to flush the lines before every run. The conveyor belt hummed its steady song, a sound that cost eighty dollars an hour to run but finally felt worth every penny.

“Watch the third nozzle,” Wayne said, pointing with a thick finger toward the circular continue reading …