Trisha eyed Katie. She was going to play this card just perfectly.
"Sorry you don't feel well..." she told her, with a swoop of her eyes towards Jill and back again, "maybe you should lay down. It might help."
Jill took the bait, almost immediately, "Oh dear...I'm gonna make a little place on the couch for you to camp out at for a little bit until you feel better enough to go home."
Woody was going to go crazy. He just knew it. Between Trisha and his mom. He was going to wind up in the looney bin.