Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

time they hit the warehouse, twelve of them were weeping through the seams.”

“We have used the same resin company in Milwaukee for twelve years,” I said.

“Not anymore,” Wayne said.

“I was ordered to stop using the standard resin,” he said.

I stood very still in the small room.

“Who gave that order, Wayne?”

“Gregory did,” Wayne said.

Gregory paced across my continue reading …