Conversations With My Father: part III

Dinnertime has always been a heart-warming activity for my family. As dusk falls around our cozy little home-in-the-'burbs, we descend into a comfortable evening chat about our respective days. Typically, me and my mom have pretty ordinary tales punctuated by the occasional irritant co-worker or difficult customer, but my father clearly works with individuals who have lives as colorful as his own imagination.

background: "FBI-Ma" is a fellow co-worker of my dad's and long-time acquaintance of my mom's.

Dad: Did you know that FBI-Ma's son is in the FBI?
Mom: Really?
Dad: Yeah. They investigate everyone you come into contact with. Even your girlfriends.
Mom: How do you know?
Dad: Well, FBI-Ma was telling us all about it today. She said that ever since her son started working there, he's become a lot more quiet and doesn't talk about his job with her. He had to marry a fellow FBI worker because they won't let him associate with just anyone.
Me: I don't think they control who you marry. They probably just make sure you aren't involved with a spy.
Dad: No. These government people, they know everything about you, but they don't say anything. Her son can only tell people that he works with "computers," not the FBI.
Me: Then why did her mom tell all her co-workers about her son's real job?
Dad: Well, now she tells people that her son is in "computers."
Me: Isn't it a little late?
Dad: I don't know. She says she can't talk about her son's activities. Who knows what he's doing? I bet he's involved in some pretty shady business. You know the FBI has a hand in the crumbling economy and the political elections.
Me: .....
Mom: Talk less and finish your hamburger.