Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

small, hidden trail of payments that had nearly cost us the entire business.

“It is time to put this where it belongs,” I said, pointing to the blue book.

Evelyn looked up, pushing her glasses up her nose with her index finger. She did not say anything at first. She reached out, her fingers resting on the textured blue cover of the book for a long moment continue reading …