You use TRUTH on Cheryl. Miss.

There's a buzzing rattle inside Cheryl's pants that are lying down on the wood of the deck.

Junebug? Cicada? You hope it's not a rattler.

"One of my men wants something," Cheryl says. "Guess I'd better look."

She leans over and fishes a mobile phone out of her pants pocket. She must have some pretty great service, because you can hardly get a signal out here.

Cheryl raises her eyebrows and rolls her eyes up. "Garrett," she says. "Just like him."

"Your husband?" you ask.

"No, my younger son," she says. "Nineteen going on twelve."

"Oh, dear," you say. "I hope it's not something serious. My Shasta, she's quite the caution. Is it girl trouble?"

Roll +COOL(+1) for TRUTH: 5+1 = 6, Miss.

"No, no," Cheryl says. "Just wants me to pick something up on my way home."

"You in a hurry?" you ask Cheryl. "I was hoping you could stay."

Cheryl's eyes watch your tongue as you circle the tip round your lips.

Roll +HOT(+3) to TELL Cheryl to stay.