Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

up a prototype jug from the shelf behind him. It had the clean, circular dent on its side. He filled it to the neck with water from the sink in the corner, capped it tight, and held it out at shoulder height.

“Watch the ribs,” Wayne said.

He let the jug drop. It hit the gray concrete floor with a heavy thud, bounced twice, and rolled toward my boots.continue reading …