"Oh no, I think my ring is gone!" Poppy Vance exclaimed, secretly slipping the ring from her finger. She held up her bare hand for Clara to see. "Brother Quinn gave that to me. I can't lose it!"
As she spoke, they reached the corner leading to the restrooms. Poppy Vance glanced over her shoulder and breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
But then, another idea struck her. She pretended to stumble. "Ouch!" she cried out, her body lurching to the side.
Clara Grant quickly reached out and steadied her, asking with concern, "Poppy, what's wrong?"
Poppy crouched down, rubbing her ankle. She looked up with a pitiful expression. "Clara, I twisted my ankle. Could you go inside and check the counter for my ring? I might have taken it off to wash my hands and left it there."
Clara Grant agreed immediately. "Okay, I'll go look for it." She then crouched down to check Poppy's ankle. "But is it a bad sprain?"
