Sarah suddenly changes out of her standard “sitting around the house” uniform of boxers and a t-shirt. I ask her if she has plans. “No. I just felt like getting dressed.” Sarah straightens her hair. I ask her where she’s going. “Nowhere.” Sarah puts on mascara and appears before me. “Can I have a ride to ___?” I question why she didn’t tell me her plans an hour earlier. “I didn’t have plans then. I was just getting ready in case I made a plan.” At least she’s a really baaaad liar.