Sheldon held up a hand. “I have it under control.”

Sheldon felt a surge of triumph. Then confusion. Then something unexpected: disappointment.

“No,” she said. “I’m just not going to solve it the way you did. Your calculator is faster. You win.”

His grandmother, Connie – Meemaw – leaned against a rusty lawnmower, sipping a Tab. “Sheldon, honey, it’s a calculator. It adds. It subtracts. It doesn’t have feelings.”

“You laminated the solution?”

But the damage was done. For the first time in his life, Sheldon Cooper had met someone who could not only keep up with him, but occasionally, just occasionally, lap him.

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