John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn’t help noticing how beautiful John’s flatmate Julie was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between John and his flatmate, and this only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between John and the flatmate than met the eye. Reading his mum’s thoughts, John volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Julie and I are just flatmates.”
About a week later, Julie came to John and said, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I can’t find the silver gravy ladle. You don’t suppose she took it, do you?”
John said, “Well, I doubt it, but I’ll write and ask her just to be sure.”
So he sat down and wrote, “Dear Mother, I’m not saying you `did` take a gravy ladle from my house, and I’m not saying you `did not` take a gravy ladle, but the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.”
Several days later, John received a letter from his mother which read, “Dear Son, I’m not saying that you and Julie `are` just flatmates, and I’m not saying that you `are not` just flatmates. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle.”
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