Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

strap of his watch.

“We lost two more cases on the northern route today,” I said, closing the door behind me.

Gregory did not look up from his files. “Road damage. The county needs to fix those potholes.”

“Robert said the road was smooth,” I said. “He also said you told him to bypass the office log.”

Gregory snapped the metal drawer shut.continue reading …