I care

"Did you have a good time?" I asked Sonya. She had been to dinner with a friend of hers.

"Oh yeah, not that you care," she replied.

I was stung. "That's a little harsh," I said, "I care. But I also know who you're out with and what you're doing. You go to dinner or a movie, and then you come home. You're not going to get into any trouble, so I'm not worried about the details."

"Now, if you were going out with your new friends who just moved here from Haiti and they wanted you to try something they kept referring to as 'smack' and they wanted you to star in their new home-made movie called Red-Head White Woman some-word-you-can't-remember Bang, then yes, yes, I'd be very concerned."