“It is on YouTube,” Missy said, scrolling her phone. “You need a catchphrase. Or a cat.”
Mary bustled in, trying to tape a banner that read “Sheldon’s Universe” without it sagging. George Sr. was stationed by the TV remote, looking like a hostage negotiator. And Meemaw, fresh off her gambling hustle, was already two sips into a secret flask.
He smiled, saved the screenshot, and went to breakfast.
“It is on YouTube,” Missy said, scrolling her phone. “You need a catchphrase. Or a cat.”
Mary bustled in, trying to tape a banner that read “Sheldon’s Universe” without it sagging. George Sr. was stationed by the TV remote, looking like a hostage negotiator. And Meemaw, fresh off her gambling hustle, was already two sips into a secret flask.
He smiled, saved the screenshot, and went to breakfast.
