Sometimes. She’s unfortunately not much of a “computer person,” as she puts it, but she likes checking in on my various social media outlets, either because she wants the reassurance that I’m all right or because she’s proud of practically everything my sisters and I do.
It’s only occasionally embarrassing. Not because she’s alarmed by my experiments or she has a few choice words about the information I share. No, it’s because she sees the banter between myself and the various eligible colleagues of mine, and whenever I call her (which I’m obligated to do once a week unless I want my older sister to kick down my door), she wastes no time in reminding me that she’s worried that I live “all alone, even if that nice [insert colleague’s name here] is clearly very fond of you.”
Gee. I wonder why she’s worried… —LH
I know, right? You merge yourself with a clefairy in an experiment gone wrong once, and your mother and older sister won’t leave you alone about it! —Bill
It was three times. —LH
Those other two times were with completely different pokémon! —Bill
…wait. —Bill
The Pokédex According to Bill 