Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

his voice bouncing off the high metal ceiling.

“We cannot run a modern distribution network on dairy-farm folklore,” Gregory said.

Arthur looked from Gregory to the conveyor line, where the flat-sided jugs were rattling toward the packing station.

“The market has moved on, Martha,” Arthur said. “We will have the final contracts ready for you to sign continue reading …