Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

by the office steps, her wool coat buttoned to her chin. She pushed her glasses up her nose and watched Arthur’s black sedan roll toward the main highway.

“He did not look like a man who bought a dairy,” Evelyn said, her slow drawl cutting through the autumn wind. “He looked like a man who bought a bargain.”

“Gregory told him I do not understand modern continue reading …