Jerome got a job on campus. As a Haunted Driver's Ed instructor.

Ed, the head Haunted Driver, needed an assistant, and I heard about it and next time Jerome and I were out driving around town in his haunted '73 Nova I totally sprung it on him. The car got massively excited and started revving and squealing out at stoplights, green smoke pouring out. It was so cool to watch Jerome talk to it and hold the wheel and keep it calm. He really is like the best ghost car whisperer you ever have seen. And he looks real good doing it in his black leather jacket.

What it means is now he can actually find campus, and like, pick me up, and stuff. It's been kinda hard having a boyfriend who's not a student, but now he's staff so he gets in on all the "mysteries." Ha.

I'm worried about some of the other kids being dicks though. @feelerz is right that there's some class stuff at school. Maybe not so much with "townies" but just anybody who's not a student. I mean, most students will be totally chill.

And once they meet his car, I don't think anybody will mess with him. ;)

In the depths of winter, I curtail my hunting a bit. The ground in my garden gets too hard to dig, especially for a man with my old bones. For when I can't stop the urge, my root cellar will do, but I must be selective in my prey - fitting new additions into my ossuary can be quite the puzzle!

But I am religious about taking my walks. And often I take them near the school on the hill, keeping an eye out for my little flower, and wondering what's become of her. I haven't seen her, but I can see her handiwork on the school grounds. She has a way with plants, and I'm quite sure that such species as the Creeping Sentient Euonymus, the Sighted Quince, the Slow-Moaning Winterberry, the Maddened Corkscrew Hazel, Enchanted Hellebore, Vatic Snowdrops, and the Floating Camellias are all there due to her gifted hands.

And in the midst of all her beauty, all her gardening wonder, what do I see but some young oaf digging holes in it all! @Dunder Dinstein I heard him called by one of his chums. What kind of vandals are these young people? The horror! No appreciation for the wonders of a beautiful garden.

I am considering creating some space in my root cellar.