That night I drove up to the apartment, checked the street to make sure it was empty, and then took inside the first of many, many cartons of Bibles I was to deliver to this man over the years. Petroff and his wife watched me put the box on their one table, their eyes wide in frank and open curiosity. “What’s that?” Petroff asked. I lifted the top and took out a Bible. I put it in the trembling hands of Petroff and another into the hands of his wife. “And—and in the box?” Petroff asked. “More. And still more outside.” Petroff closed his eyes. His mouth was working hard to control the emotion
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