Envelope

When the front door open, Devon acted surprised (even though he'd been the one to knock upon it). "H-h-hello," he stammered in disbelief, the color raising in his cheeks. "I was you once," Will said with a warm smile. "I get it; please come in." There were seven or maybe eight people sitting in the living room; everyone turned and nodded. "This is Devon," Will announced, "who opened the envelope and is now here, broiling in shock and awe." They all laughed (even Devon). "So, is this ...," Devon started, taking a seat and accepting a coffee, "... is this really ..." "A coven for elders and retirees?" Shelly offered, looking around and laughing. "Indeed it is." "Welcome," the circle said in unison (lifting their coffee cups high), "to the Witches of AARP."