Martha had sent Mark round to have a quiet word with a neighbor about a noisy late night party. But things had got a little out of hand and Mark had ended up shouting at their neighbor.
“I can’t believe you sometimes,” Martha said. “Didn’t I specifically ask you not to shout at him?”
“I didn’t,” Mark lied. “I never even raised my voice. It was a civilized chat.”
“Look,” she said, “I know you did. I can just tell. Just by looking at you.”
Which was completely unfair.
Because Mark could so easily have not shouted at his neighbor. Easily.