Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

lifted a filled jug off the line before it reached the packing station. He turned it over in his hands, checking the bottom seam where the two halves of the mold met. He squeezed the sides of the jug with both hands, applying enough pressure to turn his knuckles white.

“Nothing,” Wayne said. “The seam is as tight as a drum.”

He set the jug down on the continue reading …