We’re all honest. Oh, our words may be lies, but don’t the lies themselves tell us some truth about the situation or the speaker’s history? Look at the hands, the eyes, the tremor of the lower lip, the tilt of the head, the tension in the neck. Smell the air for the metallic scent of fear, the fertile ambiguity of arousal, the electricity of celebration. Listen not to the words, but to the triumph in the voice, the warmth of attraction, the high-pitched defensiveness, or the quaver of uncertainty or despair. See the chewed fingernails? the clenched jaw? Smell the fresh-washed hands? No one is lying because no one can lie. Look and listen carefully. What if everyone is telling the truth?