A card or a letter or a note in the mirror? What? Francine didn't see any of those. What with hiding in her closet for the last two days. But she wasn't about to say so. Because then people might look at her.

If she didn't say anything, though, they might look at her too. So when other people said, "I'm in," so did Francine. In a rough, growly voice that came out sounding a little like Katchoo, if Katchoo was five foot ten with a southern accent.