Once in the kitchen, she couldn't help herself. “Tilda, Mr. Fernandez seems like a good guy."

Tilda paused, dishes in hand. “Elma, all I want is to be with Sheldon forever."

"But he's Sheldon's dad after all, isn't he? Don't you want to hear Sheldon call you 'Mom'?"

As Tilda was about to dump scraps into the bin, Elma's words hit her hard. The plate slipped from her hands, shattering on the floor.

Elma pulled away Tilda, concerned. "You okay?"