June 18
Fern was starting to get worried that Gus and I spend all of our time in my trailer and that I hadn't even seen the house where he is staying. I think she was starting to get paranoid that he has bodies buried in his basement or something because “he can't be as perfect as he sounds.”
I had no doubt that his living space would be dead-body free, but I decided to broach the subject with him––both to get Fern off my back about what he might be hiding and to appease my curiosity. Don't get me wrong, I love burrowing down in my little trailer with him, but it does seem strange that we've never even stopped by his house to pick up extra clothes or anything. I wasn't even sure exactly where it's located.
Thankfully, he readily agreed when I suggested spending last evening at his pad.
