"A question from the audience."
Sarah suddenly realized that Donald was standing. She let go of his hand. Miss Roc bounded up the aisle and put a microphone in Donald's face.
"Do they pay you?" he asked. "Do you charge for this?"
"Well, we have to pay the bills," he said, smooth as ever, laughing in a friendly way, "but financial aid is available from the government."
"Okay," said Miss Roc, "What do you think about this, Reverend?"
But Reverend Tidings didn't answer. He was watching Donald walk down the aisle. So was Mr. Tubbs, who was transfixed by fear. Donald seemed to be walking directly toward him. The security team was ready, but they were trained to respond after there's a problem.
Now Miss Roc was watching, too. She glanced at the cameras to see if they were covering this, but she knew at least one camera was always focused on the lower stage, which Donald walked right onto. Once there, he ignored Mr. Tubbs and tore the Helping Hands placard right down the middle.
Sarah was amazed at the ferocity of it, and filled with sexual excitement. All of a sudden, Donald had everything she needed. A security guard grabbed both his arms and pulled him back, but the guard was expecting resistance, and Donald didn't provide any, so they both tumbled backwards off the stage.
Miss Roc looked as excited as Sarah. She rushed to Donald's side, where he was sitting dazed, and she shooed away the security guard.
"What's your name?" she asked with her microphone.
"Donald."
"Why did you do that, Donald?"
"Because God is not for sale," he answered.
"But they're helping people, people who have nowhere else to turn."
"You cannot charge for God's love. He's giving it away faster than you can possibly take it. No one has the right to sell it."
"What do you do, Donald?"
"I'm a computer programmer."
"Why are you so ... enthusiastic about this issue?"
"Because no one should have to feel that they need to spend money to get to God."
"But why is a computer programmer so concerned about God?"
"Because he's Jesus," said a woman who had suddenly appeared behind Miss Roc. Sarah soon recognized her as the waitress at Kratzin's Restaurant, just a few blocks away. Her feelings for this woman crystallized at that moment into jealousy.
Miss Roc had a different feeling, which was clear from the smile on her face. She was thinking, "Now I have a show."
"Make up!" she screamed. "Get these two onstage! Leave the mess!"
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