Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

night.”

Evelyn did not look surprised. She tapped the yellow notepad against her palm.

“It is worse than that,” Evelyn said. “He is not waiting for you to agree to the sale.”

A delivery truck rumbled past us, kicking up a cloud of grey dust that smelled of diesel.

“How did he get the board to agree to a meeting so quickly?” I asked.

“He continue reading …