Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

morning, I did not bring up the letter. I put it in my purse instead, folded twice, right next to my checkbook.

I kept the folded notice near me when I walked into the dairy conference room at ten o’clock.

Arthur, the representative from Mid-Valley Foods, sat on the other side of our long oak table. He had three thick blue folders arranged continue reading …