After your Meemaw nd Sheldon had told you and your twin brother, George, that your dad was in the hospital, the both of you were devastated, though you only slightly showed it. After the last thing that you heard was your Meemaw complaining about having to drink pink wine before going into your guys’ room, you and George found yourselves lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. “You asleep?” You suddenly whispered. “No,” George sighed.