Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

the main mail bin.

“We have to put this back,” Evelyn said, her eyes darting toward the window. “His lunch hour is almost up.”

I slid the blue paper back into the manila envelope and pushed the drawer shut until it clicked.

We put the papers back exactly as we found them and slipped out through the side exit before Gregory reached the hallway. By half continue reading …