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A van was parked in front of the Marietta Community Theater. Martin pulled his Ford up diagonally across the street, got out of the car, crossed the road, and found Robert moving merchandise with several new faces.
Wiping sweat from his forehead, Robert called out, "Come and give us a hand."
Before Martin could respond, a window on the second floor of the theater facing the street opened, and Jerome waved down from above, "That's not your job, Martin. Come on up."
Robert muttered, "Where's the fairness?"
Martin patted his arm and entered the theater, where at least forty new faces were bustling about, moving things back and forth.
Jerome had recruited quite a few newcomers.
Arriving at the head's office, Martin was as cordial as ever, "Head, I'm here."
