Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

He turned to face me, his movements quick and sharp. “I am trying to keep the buyers at Mid-Valley from seeing inflated damage reports, Mother. If they think our distribution is sloppy, they will lower their offer.”

“We do not have to sell to them,” I said.

“We have sixty employees who need a future,” Gregory said, stepping closer to my desk. “And your continue reading …