The Masters Project 5 John And JaneChapter 4
If I'd have had friends, I'd have stayed with them for the next week. But I didn't have those kinds of friends. Oh, there were people who would let me bunk in with them for a night or two, but most of them would want to know why, and I couldn't tell them. Actually, if I'd have told the exact truth. It would have gone something like this: (Friend) "Sure you can sleep in the couch. What's up? Your place getting fumigated?" (Me) "No, I'm afraid I'm going to be assassinated in my bed...