"She seems really nice, Brandon. I'm glad you're able to have her over and see her, you know -- in person. You do need to keep your bedroom door open, though."

"Mom! Seriously? We're just friends."

"All the more reason it should be no big deal to keep your door open, right?"

"Sheesh." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "After all the stuff we do together, you're worried I might fool around a little in my room? Also, I'm 18."

"And you're living under my roof and dependent on me. Just respect my wishes, okay?"

She watched Brandon go back to his room, sensing his frustration and wondering if...