Catching the inquisitive glint in his mother’s eye, John finally leaned over and said with a grin, “Mom, I know exactly what you’re thinking. But trust me—Judy and I are just roommates, nothing more. ”
His mother raised an eyebrow but let it slide, and the evening ended pleasantly.
A few days later, Judy approached John with a puzzled look. “You know that beautiful silver gravy ladle we use for special occasions? I haven’t seen it since your mom was over.
You don’t think…? ”
John laughed and replied, “I doubt it, but let me check with her just to be sure. ”
So he sat down and wrote a cheeky letter: “Dear Mom,
I’m not saying you *did* take the silver gravy ladle, and I’m not saying you *didn’t* take it.
But the fact remains that it’s been missing ever since you came over for dinner. Love, your son. ”
A few days later, John received a letter back.
His mother’s response was brief but razor-sharp:
“Dear John, I’m not saying you *do* sleep with Judy, and I’m not saying you *don’t* sleep with her. But if she were sleeping in her own bed, she’d have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom.”
