Most people lie at least three times during a ten minute conversation.
Deer thought that was a low estimate. She lied all the time. Work is good. I’m fine. I don’t have plans. This is delicious. I liked the movie. You look great in that outfit. I haven’t been waiting long. I didn’t have that much to drink.
And those were just the everyday things, the little lies she spoke before even thinking about it, the reflex answers. The things she said to keep her world moving smoothly.
Everybody did the same, she figured, and told herself it was fine.