Huh? Sounds like me following someone on a dog walk and trying to continue a conversation!
A mother from Brooklyn decides to pop in on her son Michael to see his new Manhattan apartment. When she gets there she's shocked to learn that her son has a female roommate.
Her son assures her that there is nothing going on between him and his roommate, that they have separate bedrooms, that Manhattan apartments are very expensive and that he needed a roommate to afford the place and that Maria was the only one who answered his ad.
The next day Maria said to Michael, "Michael, I can't seem to find my silver sugar tongs. They are a family heirloom. We used them when we served tea to your mother and nobody has been here since. Now, I'm not saying she took them and I'm not saying she didn't, but can you please call her and subtly ask?"
So Michael calls his mother, saying, "Ma, Maria's sugar tongs are missing and you were the only one in the apartment. Now, I'm not saying you did and I'm not saying you didn't, but could you have taken them accidentally?"
The mother replies, "Michael, you're my son and I love you, and I want to believe what you tell me. You say there is nothing going on between you and your roommate. Now, I'm not saying I believe you and I'm not saying that I don't, but if she was sleeping in her own bed you wouldn't be asking me where the sugar tongs are."