“Roger and I are friends. Good friends. That’s it.” “Fine.” She shook her head. “You’re wrong, but have it your way. Tell me, then, if not Roger, then someone else? You should have someone special, someone all your own. A boyfriend. I worry about you, Mom.” “Well, don’t. If I meet anyone I’m interested in romantically, I’ll be sure to lasso and hog-tie him until you have a chance to pass judgment.”
