“She can’t sell the lie with a smirk.”
Most amazing, ain’t it? She lies. We know she is lying. She knows we know she is lying. We know she knows we know she is lying. By this point, “Aw, shucks” Bill would be a-chucklin’ and winkin’, gawking at some cute girl’s boobs and winning many of us over on pure, Good Ol’ Boy, Southern charm. She, however, closes the deal by simply glaring silently, staring down those whom she thinks might be inclined toward calling her bitter bluff.