The backstory:  A loud crashing sound is heard upstairs.  Seconds later, the following conversation occurs.
JT:  Mama?
Mama:  Yeah?
JT:  Did you hear that loud crashing sound?
Mama:  Yes.
JT:  Well, I just want you to know that I am okay.
Mama:  Gotcha.  Did you want to tell me what made that sound?
JT:  Not really.
I always say:  no blood, no foul.  Some questions might be better left unanswered.
You are a very wise woman.
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