Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

said, her finger tracing the bottom line of the report. “And we will not have to dip into the emergency reserve to do it.”

She closed the white folder with a gentle pat of her palm. The sound was soft, a quiet punctuation mark to the long weeks of waiting for the other shoe to drop.

By two o’clock in the afternoon, the bottling line had paused for the continue reading …