Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

tasted of grease and iron filings.

Wayne, our foreman, had his grey work shirt buttoned to the throat. He kept a yellow pencil tucked behind his ear as he pulled open the heavy steel drawers of the equipment inventory cabinet.

“They are not on the main rack, Martha,” Wayne said.

He slid the third drawer shut with a metallic clang that continue reading …