Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

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“Monday is still three days away,” I said.

Gregory stood up, his chair scraping against the linoleum, and walked toward the back door without taking a pastry for himself. “Just look over the paperwork I left on your desk.”

I walked into the dairy office at eleven o’clock and found Gregory waiting by the window with a thick, glossy booklet under his continue reading …