And, in the spirit of healthy competition, girls wishing for the death of...each other. Take us there, Meredith: "Antoinette is not able to go on the date to San Francisco. I feel bad that she can't go..." Stop right there and don't say any more! "...but it gives all of us a certain point of advantage. It's one less person that we have to worry about." She doesn't realize that's tantamount to wishing someone dead, does she? Or maybe she does. I wonder in Shakespearean cadence: is Antoinette the girl who soon will die? Oh, look! This iambic pentameter thing is easier than it looks! Except I forgot the extra two beats: is Antoinette the girl who soon will die today? Sigh. If there's anything more beautiful than Shakesperean verse, it's iambic bobtameter.