Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

desk and picked up a fresh white folder that had been sitting near the telephone. She did not open it immediately, holding it against her chest like a shield.

“The mail came twenty minutes ago,” Evelyn said.

“Is it another notice from the bank?” I asked.

“No,” Evelyn said, sliding the folder onto the desk and opening it. “These are the new sales reports continue reading …