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except what he called program files and all that.”
    “What?” Chloe asked. “His own Bible studies and sermon preparation, stuff like that?”
    “I guess,” Loretta said. “He told me to make sure I had plenty of paper. I thought he meant like just a ream or something.”
    “It’s taken more than that?” Buck said.
    “Oh, yes sir, much more than that. I stood there feeding that machine every two hundred pages or so until I’d finished up two reams. I’m scared to death of those computers, but Bruce talked me through how to print out everything that had a file name that began with his initials. He told me if I just typed in ‘Print BB
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‘ that it should spit out everything he wanted. I sure hope I did the right thing. It’s given him more than he could ever want. I suppose I should just shut it down now.”
    “You’ve got a third ream going in there?” Chloe said.
    “No. I got some help from Donny.”
    “The phone guy?” Buck said.
    “Oh, Donny Moore is a whole lot more than just a phone guy,” Loretta said. “There’s hardly anything electronic he can’t fix or make better. He showed me how I can use those old boxes of continuous-feed computer paper in our laser printer. He just hauled a box out and fed it in one end and it comes out the other so I don’t have to keep feeding it.”
    “I didn’t know you could do that,” Buck said.
    “Neither did I,” Loretta said. “There’s a lot of stuff Donny knows that I don’t. He said our printer was pretty new and fancy and should be kicking out close to fifteen pages a minute.”
    “And you’ve been doing this how long?” Chloe said.
    “Just about ever since I talked to Bruce from the hospital this morning. There was probably a five- or ten-minute break after those first two reams and before Donny helped me get that big box of paper under there.”
    Buck slipped into the inner office and stood watching in amazement as the high-tech printer drew page after page from the paper box through its innards and out the other side into a stack that was threatening to topple. He straightened the stack and stared at the box.
    The first two reams of printed material, all single-spaced, lay neatly on Bruce’s desk. The old paper box, the likes of which Buck hadn’t seen in years, noted that it contained five thousand sheets. He guessed that it had already used 80 percent of its total. Surely, there must be some mistake. Could Bruce have produced more than five thousand pages of notes? Perhaps there was a glitch and Loretta had mistakenly printed everything, including program files, Bibles and concordances, dictionaries, and the like.
    But there had been no glitch. Buck casually fanned through first one ream and then the other, looking for something other than Bruce’s own notes. Every page Buck glanced at contained personal writing from Bruce. This included his own commentary on Bible passages, sermon notes, devotional thoughts, and letters to friends and relatives and churchmen from around the globe. At first Buck felt guilty, as if he were invading Bruce’s privacy. And yet why had Bruce urged Loretta to print all this stuff? Was he afraid he might be gone? Had he wanted to leave it for their use?
    Buck bent over the fast-rising stack of continuous-feed sheets. He lifted it from the bottom and allowed the pages to drop before his eyes one at a time. Again, page after page of single-spaced copy, all from Bruce. He must have written several pages a day for more than two years.
    When Buck rejoined Chloe and Loretta, Loretta said again, “We might as well shut it off and throw the pages away. He’ll have no use for all that stuff now.”
    Chloe had risen and now sat, looking exhausted, in a side chair. It was Buck’s turn to kneel before Loretta. He placed his hands on her shoulders and spoke earnestly. “Loretta, you can still serve the Lord by serving Bruce.” She began to protest, but he continued.
    “He’s gone, yes, but we can rejoice that