“Who is Aaron Blakeley?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve never heard of him.”
“Do you know where he is?”
“No.”
“Do you know where he lives?”
“No.”
“You don’t know anything about him?”
“No. He’s just a name on the list.”
“Do you know what he looks like?”
“No.”
“Is he good-looking?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never met him.”
“Do you know anything about him at all?”
“No. He’s just a name on the list.”
“Do you know what he does for a living?”
“No.”
“Do you know why he’s on the list?”
“No.”
“Do you know when he was born?”
“No.”
“Do you know if he’s married?”
“No.”
“Do you know if he’s ever been married?”
“No.”
“Do you know if he’s got children?”
“No.”
“Do you know if he’s got a criminal record?”
“No.”
“Do you know if he’s got a job?”
“No.”
“Do you know if he’s got a car?”
“No.”
“Do you know if he’s got any hobbies?”
“No.”
“Do you know if he’s ever been in prison?”
“No.”
“Do you know if he’s ever been in the army?”