The great place was probably out in Long Beach someplace, but I was too weak with hunger to resist him. I stood up. Stephanie hurried over.
“Will there be anything else?” she asked.
“We’re leaving,” David said.
“Okay, then,” she said, tearing a check off her pad and slapping it down on the table. “I hope you enjoyed your breakfast.”
Finding such a paradigm is difficult, if not impossible. Due to Planck’s constant the world we see is largely dominated by Newtonian mechanics. Particles are particles, waves are waves, and objects do not suddenly vanish through watts and reappear on the other side. It is only on the subatomic level that quantum effects dominate.
The restaurant was next door to Grauman’s Chinese, which made me a little nervous, but it had eggs and bacon and toast and orange juice and coffee. And donuts.
“I thought you were having breakfast with Dr. Thibodeaux and Dr. Hotard,” I said, dunking one in my coffee. “What happened to them?”
“They went to Forest Lawn. Dr. Hotard wanted to see the church where Ronald Reagan got married.”
“He got married at Forest Lawn?”
He took a bite of my donut. “In the Wee Kirk of the Heather. Did you know Forest Lawn’s got the World’s Largest Oil Painting Incorporating a Religious Theme?”
“So why didn’t you go with them?”
“And miss the movie?” He grabbed both my hands across the table. “There’s a matinee at two o’clock. Come with me.”
I could feel things starting to collapse. “I have to get back,” I said, trying to disentangle my hands. “There’s a panel on the EPR paradox at two o’clock.”
“There’s another showing at five. And one at eight.”