Sheldon was quiet for a long moment. The ceiling fan clicked. Somewhere in the front parlor, a man laughed at a slot machine.
She didn’t say I love you . She didn’t have to. She just dealt another hand, and for the first time in three days, Sheldon didn’t calculate the odds. He just played. young sheldon s02e16 mpc
“I still don’t understand why you dragged me here,” Sheldon said, not looking up. “The probability of me developing a respiratory infection from the secondhand smoke in this room is 14%, even with the window open.” Sheldon was quiet for a long moment
Meemaw slid a glass of sweet tea toward him. “You’ve been moping for three days, Sheldon. Your mama called me in a tizzy. Said you’ve been lying on the couch, clutching your stomach, quoting the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders at the ceiling fan.” She didn’t say I love you
“So it’s not your appendix,” Meemaw said, dealing five cards face down. “It’s your heart.”
“Honey,” Meemaw sighed, lighting a cigarette, “you just watched your daddy’s football team lose the state championship because he made a bad call. A call you told him not to make. And now George won’t talk to you, and you’re walking around the house like a little ghost.”