By Thursday night, Harper realized she had not given much serious thought to the idea of hosting a “church” in her shop. It wasn’t that she was so run off her feet she didn’t have time; though, there had been a few extra homeschool groups that had booked afternoons for story time and browsing that week. But it was more that she actively pushed it into a “Do Not Disturb” box in her brain. Was it that complicated a request? No. But anything out of the boring, well-worn pathways of existence of late seemed a threat to her.
After a simple supper of baked potato and salad, she settled down to read in front of the fire. There was no wood smell or crackling embers with the gas lit fireplace, but the ambiance was still there with a cozy chair, a warm room, and a faithful dog at her feet who twitched repeatedly chasing critters in his dreams from long gone exploits. It was hard to concentrate on the heavy philosophy material she had chosen, and she let her mind wander into the pros and cons area of Blaise’s pitch. Cons: There were liability issues. She would have to consult her insurance. She had no idea what form the gathering meeting thing would take, and she knew snake handlers and a lot of whooping and hollering would definitely be off her list; though, Blaise hardly seemed the type to lead that kind of meeting. But trust was a low commodity in her these days; you just never knew people, really. Blaise presented as warm and friendly. But trustworthy? How could she know. Would there be theft issues? I guess depending on the clientele. She would make ingress and egress through the back door so the hordes would not have to traipse through the book area. What would she be expected to do? Attend? No. Run security? No. Hover in the front to be sure everything was okay? Maybe. But giving up an evening or two to hover did not seem a fun prospect. She would have to trust Blaise with a key. But did she? The list of cons was growing. Pros: It would bring in a bit more income. Hmm.