Julian saw that Obie was looking at the ceiling, already working in his mind.
Under the naturalistic direction of two-time Obie Award winner Leigh Silverman, the atmosphere is informal.
When Obie climbed into the Dodge that afternoon, he was bent forward with pain.
They had previously taken their Obie-winning "(title of show)" on a Tony-nominated Broadway run in 2008.
Obie glanced up at the dusty brass disk holding a circle of twenty-five-watt bulbs.
The work went on through September, and Obie slaved over the corroded wiring and the slow-running plumbing.
After many rings, someone in Georgia picked up the phone, and he asked to speak to Obie Parker.
Obie walked out onto the front lawn under the two-hundred-year-old oak and stared.
He had done so much for Obie that the man should at least tell him where a valve was.
Obie had told him that the fireplace flues were no longer safe, that the chimneys were falling apart in the attic.
He kept performing, collaborating with Alvin Aily's dance company, and winning an Obie Award for a score to a Sam Shepard play.
Obie spread his arms like a gaunt bird ready to take flight.
Obie turned toward the window, where the antique glass distorted everything beyond.
Obie closed his eyes and leaned his head against the cracked window.
He crept to the head of the stairway and heard Obie use a soft and rhythmic voice he had never heard before.
Obie rubbed his narrow face, his whiskers crackling like coarse steel wool.
That day, Obie mixed mortar and began patching the first-floor exterior wall.
When he picked him up after the treatments, the expression Obie wore was that of a martyr, his eyes misshapen and dark with pain.
One rainy day, they sat under the wavering glow of a shorting light fixture while Obie feebly complained about how little Julian was paying him.
One night, Julian decided that Obie might stay and work for him if he went into his meagre retirement savings and paid him a real salary.
At first, Julian felt insulted, but the way Obie made the comment suggested that he understood, that he himself had made some unusual trades in his time.
Figuring Obie had come in for a drink of ice water, which was all he allowed him to have from the refrigerator, he dropped off to sleep.
After the Poxley Lumber Company truck left, Obie began work.
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