A sudden knock at the door interrupted him.
“Peter Silverman, from Nebraska,” said the man going to the empty chair. “God’s blessing to each one of you. Sorry for being late.”
“No problem. We’re happy you made it, Peter. We can start now.”
They waited until the newcomer settled down.
“Can we start with a prayer?” asked Robert. Without waiting for the answer, he bowed his head, clasped his hands, and started to pray.
“Heavenly Father, please bless these men who have come in response to your call …”
On the other side of the door the young bartender finished serving a couple at one of the corner tables. She had just slid the tray onto the counter and cleaned some water rings left by the previous guests when she noticed the light radiating from the corridor leading to the back room. She
