5
The morning of the first sceptics’ club meeting came around all too quickly. Paul’s stomach clenched with nerves as he entered the café and saw Rob’s raised hand calling him over to the back corner.
“Have you ordered?” Paul asked when he reached the table.
Rob nodded.
Paul approached the counter and ordered a mushroom omelette with English muffins and his first coffee of the day.
Rob’s order was just arriving as Paul pulled out his chair and sat down.
“Thanks so much for coming,” Paul said. “I was never going to get around to doing this on my own.”
“Me either. I’m a procrastinator from way back.” Rob took the first bite of his breakfast.
Paul sat there, not sure how to start. It seemed abrupt and almost rude to get straight into business, but time was tight. He reached into his b
