Geoff wasn't sure if he could explain why he was here after Max introduced himself and welcomed him.
It was a simple place, really. Although, there was something endearing about the picture behind the pulpit. Geoff couldn't help but stare at it. Perhaps this was where he was meant to be. He just thought he'd take his chances.
Getting a support group together for sexual diseases had been on his mind for sometime. He wasn't sure why he felt the need, right now. Maybe it had to do with it feeling like spring today, or the thought, he should be doing something for a better cause. Of course, he didn't know how a minister would take it, a support group for people with herpes.
He felt himself almost choking on the words. It was probably a bad idea. No wanted to talk about a subject like herpes.
"Do you think you might have a room available?" Geoff asked him.
"Nothing really going on at the moment," Max said. "How often would you need the space?"
"Once a month, to start out, would probably work," Geoff told him. "I'd be willing to pay a small fee."
"Something in the offering plate would work just as well," Max smiled.
"I hadn't been to church in a very long time," Geoff told him.
"You do as you see fit." Max nodded. "We have a food pantry, and if some from your support group would prefer to do something of that nature, that would work, too."
"I'll look into it." Geoff studied the surroundings a bit. "Mind me asking who painted that picture? I teach art at the high school. Was it a local artist?"
"My brother-in-law, Oliver Mulberry." Max looked back at the painting then.
"Nice work." Geoff hadn't taken Oliver as an artist. Of course, he'd only met him the one time.
"Well, I'll pass that on to him," Max said. "He is part of our little flock."
Geoff took a step back. He'd keep that in mind. Geoff just wasn't sure if Dayton would step inside these doors, but Max was willing to let him have a support group here.