Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

done with our equipment.

I had to find where the original molds went.

I stood up, my joints aching from the damp evening air.

I turned on the kitchen light to examine the circular dent on the prototype.

I did not sleep more than two hours. By half past seven the next morning, I was standing in Wayne’s workshop behind the main bottling hall, where the air continue reading …