Gideon took my hand and looked up at me as we walked together down the shoulder of the road. I kicked a rock. He kicked a rock. Finally, he said something. “Dad, did you ever, when you were young, have your dad go to work and you got stuck in the house with a mom and two sisters?” I chucked at this. “No, that never happened to me. Why do you ask?” He shrugged, “I don’t know. That just happens to me a lot and I don’t like it really. It’s all girls.” “Right…” I agreed, kicking another stone into the ditch. “Yeah, but you know. I never had any sisters. And there are some really good things about having sisters instead of brothers.”…