“My friend,” I repeated, still craning my neck over their shoulders. My mother has this habit of saying “your friend” in a tone of voice that manages to convey all of the following:
- The individual to whom I refer is a person of the opposite sex,
- Who clearly has carnal knowledge of my daughter,
- But I'm not going to judge,
- And I'm certainly not going to assume that their relationship is quantifiable by any pedestrian term such as “boyfriend” or “betrothed,”
- Because who knows what passes for a romantic relationship in my daughter's mind,
- A behavior of hers I wholly disapprove of, by the way (though as I stated, I'm not going to judge),
- And while I'm on the subject, he'd better watch it. Just saying. Not judging.
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