Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

the resin back here by midnight.”

“Can you have the test bottles ready by Monday?” I asked.

Wayne climbed into the cab and rolled down the window. “I will have them ready.”

He reached behind his seat and pulled out a heavy canvas bag, setting it on the passenger side. I could hear the heavy steel mold plates clinking together inside the canvas.

I watched continue reading …