"Is she gone?" coos Kate.

The serous-faced Lenora peers through the lace curtains. "She's gone."

Caitlin gasps. "Do I hear someone crying?" she says with wide eyes.

After a few flexes of stiff joints, the trio tracks down the pitiful wailing.

"What's going on?" Lenora demands.

Smirking, Allison says, "Beth's all broken up because Reallady took a Denika away."

"Not another one gone!" Beatriz grimaces. "Who'll be the next to get the axe?"

"No doubt it'll be me," says Audrey.

"Or me," says Audrey.

"Probably me," says Audrey.

"Bet it's me," says Audrey.

"I'm sure it'll be me," says Audrey.

Clementine, Josie, Madalene, Nora, and Wilma exchange glances. "Glad I'm 'rare'!" each thinks.

Music seems to play from the ether as a blue-eyed Kim gives her strawberry-blonde locks the classic fashion-model toss. "Well, it certainly won't be me," she says arrogantly.

"Humph!" Mallory pouts. She grabs a handful of Kim's hair, drags her to the computer, and pushes her face to the monitor. "What do you see?"

Gasping, Kim says, "That looks like me!"

Mallory opens page after page of online auctions, each with an image remarkably similar to Kim's. "Seems Amerasian Kims are all the rage. Do you realize how many Audreys Reallady can buy with that much money?"

No one has heard a peep out of Kim since.