He chuckled. “Are you kidding?”

She lost track of the number of people she greeted, all the way from two college students to a granny with a walker, several with canes, and three other men who were not husbands of those attending. The back room was beginning to sound like a convention center.

“Told you so,” MJ said with a chuckle. “Let the adventure begin.”

The men were standing around the back of the room and several of the younger people were sitting on the floor when Anne’s Gary brought in more chairs so the others could sit.

“This is it, no more room. You could sit around the tables out here.” He motioned to the guys.

Three women stopped in the entrance. “We’ll sit out here.”

MJ tapped with a spoon on a glass. When that didn’t work, she tapped louder and raised her voice. “Can I have your attention, please?”

Addy, who was sitting on the floor in front, put two fingers in her mouth and near to blasted the eardrums of those right around her.

People laughed but they did settle down.

“I hate to break up discussions like this but we do need to get the meeting started.” MJ paused. “Thank you, thank you.” When the hush finally won, she smiled at those gathered. “Welcome to the organizational meeting of our proposed UFO group. I will start with a confession. When Roxie came up with this idea—and it was her idea, not ours together—I was pretty skeptical. Let’s face it, this is kind of a loony idea. But now that I see so many here, I am not the least bit skeptical. This is an idea whose time has come.

“Our goal is to assist each other with finishing projects that we already started. I get the feeling some of us have plenty of those and all of us have some. I was planning on going around the room so each of you could introduce yourself and perhaps one of the projects you would like to finish, but I never dreamed we’d have this many. Roxie, who was the greeter out there, was afraid it would be a bust.”

Roxie nodded. “True. Glad to see you all. We promise we will have a larger room the next time we meet.”

“How did you think this up?” someone from the group asked.

Roxie answered, “That’s next on the agenda. MJ and I were talking one day about trying to get some things finished, when I said I’d heard about a group like this and followed up to learn more. That group sent me their guidelines.” Roxie handed MJ the paper.

MJ muttered, “I thought you were going to present this.”

Roxie shook her head. “You’re doing fine.” She liked that MJ had something to supervise again. What would Roxie herself do if she ever retired from selling houses?

After shooting her friend a dirty look, MJ continued, “First off, let me ask a couple of questions. How many have three to five UFOs at your house? Raise your hands.” Most hands in the room went up. “I see. How about ten?” More than half the group again. “Okay, between fifteen and twenty?” Far fewer hands this time. “Anyone with no idea.” She raised her own hand and counted five others.