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(J) Mother comes to Dinner

One weekend, Kumar's mom came to visit her son.
Kumar lived with a girl roommate, Sunita. At dinner, his mother couldn't help but notice how pretty Sunita was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she began to wonder if there was more between Kumar and his roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, Kumar volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking mom, but I assure you, Sunita and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Sunita came to Kumar looking a little embarrassed. "Kumar, ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver plate. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" Kumar said ,"Well, I doubt it, but I'll email her, just to be sure."

So he sat down and wrote:

Dear Mother,

Thank you for coming over and spending last weekend with us. By the way…I'm not saying that you 'did' take the silver plate from my house, I'm not saying that you 'did not' take the silver plate… but the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.

Love,
Kumar

The next day, Kumar received an email from his mother which read:

Dear son,

Thank you for having me over last weekend, I enjoyed myself. I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Sunita, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Sunita. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the silver plate by now, under her pillow.

Love,
Mom

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