Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

retail,” I said.

Evelyn turned to face me, her eyes narrowing behind her lenses. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small yellow notepad.

“He has no right to speak to you that way, Martha,” she said. “Not in front of an outsider, and certainly not about your own business.”

“He is desperate,” I said. “I found the default notice on his house last continue reading …