Tricia couldn't find any clothes that were near her size but she managed to find a bathrobe that did fit. She left the bathroom to find the former babsitter Rachel. Rachel was tangeled in the clothes that a short time ago were snug.
With a slight laugh, Tricia untangled Rachel from the clothes. In the living room, she found Mary who was still holding the ring even though she seemed to have more interest in it being shiny. "Mary, little girls shouldn't have things like that."
"No, mine." Mary held on tight to the ring.
Tricia considered prying it out of Mary's hands but didn't know how the ring might react to that. She picked up a sippy glass. "I've got juice for you."
Mary seemed to be struggling mentally for a moment before going for the juice, letting Tricia have the ring.
Tricia thought about what to do next.