"See, a friend like her, she just knows. She just knows when I'm up to something, when I'm doing something bad," said my friend, beaming proudly.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Take this phone call I once had with her. The one day he stays over, she calls. It's because she knew, I tell you. She knew."

The phone rang as we were lying in bed together. The first thing she said, without any kind of greeting, was:

"What are you doing?"

"What? Nothing."

"Are you doing something bad?"

"Um… no." I lied, but I knew she knew.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at home in bed. I'm tired, I'm going to go to sleep now."

"No you're not, you're going to tell me about your new boy."

"Um… I can't."

"What? Why? He's there, isn't he?"

"Um…"

"Aaaaaaa! Let me talk to him."

"Um… okay." I handed the phone over to him because I-I don't know why. I just did.

"H-hello?" He answered, all nervous.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!" She screamed. And that's all she said. He freaked out and handed the phone back to me.

"Um… hello?"

"I can't believe he's there!"

"Um, I think I'd better go now."

"Oh yea, you most definitely HAVE to go!"

And then she hung up. She just knew, see? She just knew.

. . .

Do your friends know you well?