Chapter 8
Sheldon shuffled through his mail, searching for a communique from his Meemaw, hopefully an indication that he could proceed to further inform Penny of his situation without requiring a contract from her. It was beyond him why his superiors still insisted he use contracts anyhow. As if these Earth humans had the same compunction to be held bound by contractual obligations. That was apparently not a universal convention among the hundreds of human subspecies.
Sheldon's shoulders slumped. He mentally cursed the limitations of communication from his current location. The agent living as Mary Cooper at least had access to a proper communication device, but apparently no word on a decision had reached her either. He mostly had to rely on coded messages sent from his handler, his Meemaw. Sheldon glumly started to make his way up the stairs when his phone started to ring. Pausing in the stairwell, he glanced at the caller ID and nearly vibrated with anticipation.
"Hello, this is Dr. Sheldon Cooper."
"Shelly, dear, that is no way to answer the phone to yer mother. How's aboucha try that again?"
Sheldon winced and cleared his throat. She'd enjoyed tormenting him since he received the assignment. "Of course, Mommy. It's… delightful to hear from you, how are you?" His face twitched.
"Much better, Shelly dear. Well, honey, Meemaw was just dyin for me to tell ya that ya got a green light. Now go on and talk at that little lady uh yers. I know ya j-"
Sheldon sighed in relief and interrupted. "Thank you, Mommy! I love you, bye!" Hanging up, he turned and bounded to the fourth floor.
Knock, knock, knock. "Penny."
Knock, knock, knock. "Penny."
Knock, knock, knock. "Penny."