Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

from my personal retirement account.

“Take my truck if you need more room,” I said.

Wayne folded the check and slipped it into his shirt pocket. He did not say thank you, which was his way of showing he took the matter seriously.

“I will drive up to Green Bay tonight,” Wayne said, his hand on the door handle of his truck. “We will have continue reading …