"So, do you live alone?" I asked Mrs. Treman. I couldn't think of anything else to ask her.
"I'm divorced," she answered, "but I live with my teenage daughter. In fact, I told her about you, and when she gets home from school, she's dying to see you!"
I could ask her what her daughter's name is, or change the subject. I don't want her to think I'm weird if you seem too interested in her teenage daughter.
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