Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

next week.”

He checked his cell phone, his face clearing as he read a message.

“I will see myself out,” Arthur said.

I stood on the bottling floor as Arthur walked toward the glass exit doors, his shiny leather shoes making no sound against the rubber mats.

I walked out to the gravel parking lot at half past two.

Evelyn was already standing continue reading …