Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

looking down at his polished leather shoes. “I was out of line. The pressure has been heavy lately, Mother.”

He sat in the chair where his father used to sit and smoothed his tie with the palm of his hand.

“We are doing this to preserve Dad’s name, Mother, I promise you that,” he said, his eyes meeting mine. “I spoke to the Mid-Valley people this morning,continue reading …