GOT THE SHOPPING

‘Hi,’ she said when they walked in.
‘Hello,’ I said and smiled at her son who wore blue vest and trousers and a headscarf pulled tight over his skull.
‘I’ve got the keys,’ he said to me and then to his mother, ‘why’s it going up?’
‘Either someone’s called it or they got here before us and took it up,’ she said.
‘It’s coming down now,’ he said. ‘From Eleven.’
‘Oh yes.’
We got in. They first though it’d’ve made sense if it’d been me seeing as I live a few floors above them.
‘Why did you make me hold the keys?’
‘I didn’t make you hold them,’ she said. ‘I asked you because I wanted to hold this (a piece of paper in her right hand) and I’ve got the shopping.’