Brandon put the pizza on the counter and headed up the stairs, and at the top, nearly tripped over the discarded heels. He picked them up with an annoyed look, and headed into Mary's bedroom.
"Did you leave these at the top of the stairs?" He demanded of her, and then paused.
In the short time they'd been home, Mary had made a mess of things. She'd pulled all the blankets and made a blanket fort, and she'd been crawling around, which put her clothes, not suited for that, in disarray. Her makeup was also all smeared.
"Umm...sorry?" Mary said in a soft voice.
"And look at you," he said, sighing. "Let's get you cleaned up before the pizza gets cold."
Mary perked up at the thought of pizza. Brandon sighed. There was definitely something wrong with her today.
He took her into the bathroom, and had her sit on the toilet so he could reached as he cleaned her face. Then he went and got her something to wear before he let her go down for pizza.
