"It does appear to be a regular patte..." Betsy looked over her shoulder and made a face. It wasn't that she didn't like the little Stepfords. It was just that they did that weird thing. And she wasn't entirely sure that all of them were real. It seemed more strange to her when there was only one of them - like now - than when there were many.
"Honey, I really don't mean this in a bad way, but we need to get you girls some name tags."
Betsy had no idea at all which one she was looking at now. Or if it was actually one of the original three named ones. Or maybe it was all three of them in one body.
Mostly, the idea of finding herself in an uncontrollable rage in a small room with the Stepfords frightened her and creeped her out.
All those blond heads popping up out of nowhere.
She managed to suppress a shudder and looked at Jamie. "I think the help is your call." She smiled at the Stepford. "I'm not actually helping, I may in fact be hindering."