Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

the board votes for the merger, Martha, I am handing in my notice,” Wayne said, his voice flat. “I will not work for Mid-Valley. They do not care about the bottles, and they do not care about the milk.”

“You have been here fifteen years, Wayne,” I said.

“My father worked here thirty,” Wayne said. “We do things a certain way, or we don’t continue reading …