Quigley is so lazy. He should really put more effort into his own Caravan Project instead of hanging around me. His heap of boards is much smaller than mine, and his blueprints are a mess since he insists on making his own instead of using normal, professional blueprints from Google. He is going to end up sitting on the porch looking at a sad pile of sticks and rusty nails while I crack my whip merrily and drive out into the world. He hasn’t even started to put together a fortune teller wardrobe. God, he worries me.