It’s not just random people, either. My mom will get more information out of my friends in one sitting than I ever manage to hear through a lifetime friendship. If I had a buddy named Bruce, all our conversations would go like this:
AMELIA: So, Bruce! Anything going on in your life right now? BRUCE: Nah. AMELIA: How’s your girlfriend? I hear she’s been enjoying some new hobbies. BRUCE: She’s okay. AMELIA: What about this secret project you vaguely alluded to a week ago with your job? How’s that going? BRUCE: Fine.
Then Bruce would come home with me for dinner one night, and we’d help Mom in the kitchen while the following conversation took place:
AMELIA: Mom, this is Bruce. Bruce, this is my mom. MOM: Hi, Bruce! How are you? BRUCE: Well, my business is doing okay, since we’ve just signed on a contract with the military to make secret spying technology. Mostly I’m concerned because last week my girlfriend proposed to me but I’m not really ready to commit yet, for I fear to be tied down. Plus, I am haunted by the ghosts of my past and am still tormented by nightmares and wake up screaming, afraid I’ve wet the bed like I did for years after the death of my parents when I was a child. Also, I’m Batman.