The tables next to the railing were all occupied, but a group of five or six adults was walking toward them, clearly having vacated a table. The café was starting to fill. “I think we’re in luck,” he told Adam who was standing by the high stools, just inside the entrance to the café. “There’s a table just been freed up.” He had no idea if the others were there yet and he couldn’t see around the corner to know if there were more empty tables. Adam merely nodded, his fingers gripping the cane. He didn’t have to say a word for Paul to know what was going on in his head. He rubbed at the skin above the neckline of his T-shirt, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Paul was still amazed he’d gotten Adam to agree to this. He thoroughly expected to wake up any time soon. Once the walkway was empty, he guided Adam through the café to the far end, where there was a covered area, the Cave, before it opened out into a seating area with tables and chairs, two large green parasols over two of them.
