“Or both?”

“Sounds good. I’ll find a graphic or two.”

They paid their checks, thanked Anne for the dog treats she’d baked in-house, waved at another table of women, and headed for the door, only to veer around as if joined at the hips and stop to talk to the other two.

“What are you cooking up now?” Paula asked.

“What makes you ask that?”

“I know you two. You have that look about you.” Paula nudged the other woman. “You know, Gail?”

The greetings taken care of, Roxie jumped in. “We have the best idea.”

“See, I told you.”

As Roxie described their idea, MJ was getting more and more pumped herself. “And so we are making a flyer to put around as an invite.”

“UFO party.” Paula looked dubious.

“Well, not a party but a group. You know how much more fun doing things together is.”

Paula shrugged. “I do my knitting or crocheting in front of the TV when George is watching sports, so that technically, I am with him.”

“Me too. Knitting bag is right by my chair, but…” Roxie shook her head, making one curl flop over her forehead. “So put April twenty-sixth on your calendar. We’re meeting right here.” She pointed to the social room. “You can bring something to work on if you want, but this is for organizational purposes.”

Both women nodded. “I will be there. If I got my storage spaces cleared, I would near to faint.”

Gail grinned. “Your hubby might too.”

“I know, Mr. Organized.”

MJ and Roxie waved good-bye and headed for the door again. Their furry-faced friends sat up immediately, tails wagging.

“Yes, we’re going home.” Both dogs got to their feet, whimpering and dancing, to head out. They nosed for their doggy treats, well versed in the drill, and crunched away, tails wagging all the while.

While on the way there, they’d checked out every smell, so now they pulled against their leads, heading for home.

“I’ll call Amalia as soon as I get in. Looper, slower.” MJ yanked.

“You could have used your cell.”

“I know, but it and I are on a sabbatical. I left it home for that very reason.”

“But what if Daryl tried to call?” Roxie snorted.

“Then he might have heard it ringing if he was in the kitchen. I hate being tied to that thing.”

“My friend,” Roxie said with exaggerated patience, “you’ve got to come into this century. Tech is here to stay and will only grow.” They waited for the light, then strode across.

“We should have gone the other way to get our mile and a half in.”

“Yeah, well, we didn’t, so sue me. Make sure your computer is turned on, because as soon as I get a rough draft, I’ll fire it over to you. You can edit it on the screen or print it out.”

MJ rolled her eyes. Roxie was determined to make her use the computer. She knew how but she and it had a love-hate relationship. When it worked right, it was great. When it didn’t, she threatened it with a baseball bat. One never knew what kind of mood the thing was in.