Normally it was depressing and why he had to going to counselling every time his Mother visited, but today it was like water off a duck’s back, Leonard just smiled and nodded and thought soon the tables would be turned.
He was continually in the wrong, stupid and not as successful, clever or well-paid as his siblings, his Mother making clear he was the runt of her litter. His Mother had nagged and belittled him from the moment he picked up from the airport to the moment he dragged her suitcases to the front door. If the Mind-Control device couldn’t be used for Penny it could be used for others. He switched off the laptop and turned to work on solving the problem of the Mind-Control device and then like a lightning bulb the solution came to him. “Yes, great, I’ll look forward to it,” he said sarcastically, but the screen was already blank, his Mother having better things to do than chit-chat with him. “You can pick me up on Christmas Eve, I will e-mail you the details,” his Mother continued and Leonard knew he was defeated. He hadn’t been looking forward being alone, but he would still have prepared it to being with his Mother. He would be on his own, Sheldon was in Texas, Penny was also visiting her folks and Raj and Howard had accidentally booked into a couple’s retreat. “I.” Leonard tried to think of an excuse. “I’m coming for Christmas,” she said without any small talk or warning. He regarded the machine with disappointment if it couldn’t work in getting Penny into bed what use was it? His thoughts were interrupted by his lap-top buzzing and he was presented with the face of his stern looking Mother, Beverly, wanting to face-time with him. He had laughed it off as well, whilst inwardly cursing. She had just laughed and told him to get it himself, thinking he was making a joke. He’d even tested in with Penny in the apartment, the machine sitting on one of the shelves with other gadgets Penny didn’t understand, as he’d said to her to get him a bagel from the shop downstairs. He had fiddled and played, wracking his brain for solutions, but none came to him. It did, but with same limitations that the theory suggested it would only work on geniuses and women over fifty and Penny was neither of those things. He had theorised how it would work and then secretly built it to test whether he was right. Leonard Hofstadter looked at his mind-control machine disconsolately.
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