She did. "Sorry," she said. "I'm just really hungry. Maybe we can order a pizza."
Brandon frowned. His mother hated ordering pizza. He usually had to beg her to, but he wasn't going to miss the chance. "Can I pick the toppings?"
"I want to pick them," the woman insisted, getting into the car. Brandon got in on the other side.
They headed off toward home, which was only ten minutes away. That was actually lucky, as Mary seemed very distracted and more interested in planning her pizza toppings.
They pulled into a spot, and Brandon got out and walked around the car to the driver's side to wait for his mother to get out.
