He fished the keys out of Mary's purse and opened the door. As soon as he opened it, Mary ran inside and started bounding up the stairs. "Don't run in the house," Brandon said, almost automatically. She had drilled that rule into him.
"Sorry," the grown woman said, slowing down.
Brandon shook his head. "I'll order the pizza," he said, heading to the phone, Mary's purse still in his hands. He dialed the number, and after finding out the price, reached into the purse and counted out the right amount, getting it ready on the counter.
Meanwhile, Mary had slipped out of her heels at the top of the stairs and headed into her bedroom, plopping down on the bed and flipping through the channels till she found something entertaining to watch.
