Chapter 33
The men's voices were faint from her hiding place, but Maria's hearing was as sharp and clear as ever. She stood in the smallest room in the back of the ancient building, supposedly the most sacred place in any Orthodox church. In contrast to the bright paintings and icons covering every surface in the nave, this room was plain white and undecorated. And while the nave itself was barely the size of an entryway in a typical American church, this space was hardly large enough to be a broom closet.
Maria adjusted the black skirt and white shirt yet again, stolen from a nearby clothesline, trying to get the too-large garments to hang comfortably. She glanced at the priest's holy robes and vestments, smiling at the thought of stealing those instead. She could stride through the vil
