John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, John’s mother couldn’t help but notice how beautiful John’s housemate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between John and his housemate and this had only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, John’s mother started to wonder if there was more than met the eye between her son and his housemate. Reading his mother’s thoughts, John volunteered, “I know what you’re thinking, but I assure you, Julie and I are just housemates.”
About a week after the dinner, Julie came to John and said, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I’ve not been able to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don’t suppose she took it, do you?”
“I doubt it,” said John, “but I’ll send her a message just to be sure.”
John grabbed his phone and typed a message to his mother.
Hi Mum. I’m not saying you did take the gravy ladle from my house, and I’m not saying you did not take the gravy ladle. But it seems the one from my house has been missing since you came to dinner the other week.
Several days later, John received the familiar *ping* on his phone. When he opened the message it was from his mother.
Hi Son. It was lovely seeing you at dinner the other week too. Now, I’m not saying that you and Julie do sleep together and I’m not saying that you and Julie don’t sleep together. But it seems that if Julie were sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mum.