“Well, we weren’t talking about something like this.”

“Where are you going to have it?”

Roxie shrugged. “Haven’t gotten that far. But the article I read said that in their group, everyone had to agree to not start any new projects until they finish all their UFOs.”

“All?” Anne wore the same horrified look MJ had.

MJ added, “Yeah, I’m with you. I’d never get to start something new in this lifetime. I must admit I’m warming up to the idea, though.”

Roxie went on, “But this would be our group and we can set our own guidelines, so that’s negotiable.”

“You could meet here in the back room.” Anne nodded over her shoulder to the comfortable meeting/game/general-purpose room in the back. “You thinking daytime, or evening?”

MJ wagged her head. “Daryl doesn’t like me being gone in the evening.”

“Why not invite him to come too? He’s got plenty of UFOs out in that workshop of his.”

“Open the group to men too?” MJ stared at her.

“Well, why not?”

“Hard to move a boat into the back room here.”

“He’s got smaller projects, I’m sure.”

MJ thought about that. Daryl had started building a stitch-and-glue open kayak earlier in the winter. His dream of having it in the water this summer was in dire difficulty, even if he worked all day every day and part of the nights. And yes, he had a shop full of ideas that he had started. They could both come in the evening. “I think I’ll offer a contest—whoever gets the closest guess to the number of projects in my sewing/craft room gets one to finish.” MJ shook her head at their chuckles. “It’s hopeless, I tell you.”

“How many tables can you set up back there?” Roxie asked.

“Possibly two eight-footers,” Anne replied. “I’m warming up to this idea too. You put together a poster and we can tack it up on the bulletin board. Start with an organizational meeting?” Anne pushed her chair back when the bell tinkled over the door. “I’d say the sooner the better.”

“Hold the first meeting here? See how many we get?”

“Sure. We can seat more without the tables.” Anne hustled off.

While Anne greeted the new customer and took her order, MJ dug her calendar out of her always-present belt bag. “I’ll bet Maureen would love for us to meet at the yarn shop too. She has a lot more space.”

“All depends on how many people show up,” Roxie replied. “I’ll go home and do a mockup on the laptop. I’d say get started meeting in May, on a Monday night at seven.” She pointed to Wednesday, April twenty-sixth. “At this organizational meeting we can vote on day and time, but locking in one day each month is easier to remember. That gives us two weeks.”

“Okay, April twenty-sixth, seven p.m., here at Annie’s. You might add, bring a friend. I’ll try to bring Daryl.”

“Headline needs to be, YOU GOT ANY UFOS AT YOUR HOUSE? in a big font. JOIN US… and the time, place, etc. You want your phone number or mine?”