The next day, the four gathered at Annie’s to do some Monday morning quarterbacking. MJ sighed and leaned back in her chair, staring at the remains of the orange roll on her plate. “Anne, m’dear, you have done it again. You did a fantastic job catering the celebration supper last night and now…” She swept her hand to indicate the entire table.

“And now we have rolls to die for.” Roxie grinned back at the innocent-appearing Anne.

“Don’t you ever sleep?” Ginny leaned forward. “I mean, I would still be in bed if it weren’t for—”

“All your animals and chickens to feed,” muttered Amalia.

“Well, that too, but…”

Anne shrugged. “All I can say is magic, and yes, I did sleep, just not terribly long. As I have said so many times, we have an amazing group of workers here. They took care of last night from beginning to end. You saw them.”

“And who hired and trained them?” Roxie’s eyebrows tickled her half bangs.

“Okay, thank you, but let me remind you all, you are the ones who dreamed up and created the first UFO group and—”

“And then hung on for the ride.” Amalia looked up from the poncho she was knitting on big needles as a surprise for Addy. “Like Pastor Mike said, look at the lives that have been touched by such a simple thing. We had no idea this could happen…”

“All I wanted was to get some stuff out of my room.” MJ used both hands, elbows resting on the table, to sip from her latte. “Think back. Look at our lives, let alone all those others. Roxie and Rich met and are married, Loren and Nate are engaged…”

“Which was my dream.” Roxie’s head wagged. “Whoever would have thought this?” She looked at Ginny. “Your life had the hardest change but you made it through. I know you can’t say you are over the grief, but you have come so very far.” She reached across the table and patted Ginny’s hand, but when Ginny turned hers over, Roxie squeezed her friend’s hand.

“And now Amalia is sharing my house, the twins are back in school, and Addy is building a cookie empire. Can you believe she was featured on that cooking show?”

“And from what I hear, more creative kinds of things are in the works. Her dad is flabber-dusted.” Amalia chuckled. “He tickles my funny bone all right.”

Anne braced herself on the table and stood. “Thanks, ladies, for doing so much to increase our business here. I better get back to work. Can I get you anything else?”

“You and I need to talk. I am pushing for you to cater the Realtors event,” Roxie said.