She carried him to his room.

His eyes sparkled. "You're not off to work?"

"Nope."

"Does that mean you'll Lose money?"

Tilda set him down, gazed at his sweet face, and playfully asked, “What if I do lose some money?"

Sheldon looked puzzled.

He didn't like the idea of Tilda losing money, but he also didn't want her to leave for work.

"I could skip dinner. I'm still full from Lunch."

Tilda burst into laughter. “Don't worry. I'm not that poor. You don't have to save money on my behalf."

"Tilda is the best," Sheldon declared, smiling.

"Alright, time for sleep."

Tilda swapped Sheldon's pajamas, carried him to bed, and gently put him to sleep.

“Alright.”

Sheldon yawned and quickly fell asleep.

Tilda looked at him tenderly, kissed his soft cheek, and then tiptoed out of the room.

"Tilda, have some water."

Elma offered her a glass of water, her eyes filled with something she seemed eager to say.

Taking a sip, Tilda inquired, "Elma, is there something you want to tell me?"

Elma replied, "That man we saw today, he looks a lot like Sheldon."

Tilda gripped her cup tighter, her gaze dropping as she responded, “Sheldon doesn't have a father."