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.
Mary slipped out of the rumpled dress she was wearing and tossed it on the floor. The rest of her clothes followed, and in a few seconds, she was standing there looking at herself in the mirror. "I'm pretty," she declared.
"Yes, you are," Brandon agreed. There was still something bothering him. His mom was definitely acting strangely perky today. He dismissed it. Probably just a phase she was going through.
He helped her into a clean outfit. "Now, go downstairs and get started. I'll be down in a minute."
She bounded down the stairs. Brandon began to pick things up. He picked up the heels again with a frown. Why is she trying to wear these things anyway? He wondered. She certainly couldn't run in them.
He carried them out of the room.
