Bart drums his fingers on the steering wheel.  “I have three granddaughters.  My son has a daughter named Molly.  Clara and Crystal are my daughter’s.  She’s expecting her third soon.  If it’s a boy, they’re naming him Shane.  Cindy, if it’s a girl.  So, what’s your story?”

Since she already lied about visiting a fictitious boyfriend and brother, she decides to roll with it as much as possible and prays he doesn’t ask too many personal questions.

“Parents didn’t have much money to buy me a car, so that’s why I’m hitching down to the Cities.”