the mom of one of your best friends

"Mrs. Creason! What are you doing here?" I say, as I recognize Mike Creason's mom. I have known her for as long as I remember and have spent many nights under her roof, hanging out with Mike.

She is startled by my voice and looks up. "Oh... Jeremy! I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"It's the family studio, you know, Mrs. Creason. Today's my first day on the job."

"Of course," she says. "Well, maybe it's for the best. Perhaps you can help me.... I'm here because...."

She stops, obviously embarrassed and flustered.