I thought Gideon was asleep in the passenger seat when he suddenly said, “And Lydia said I could have pumpkin pie for her birthday.” I glanced at him and he was sitting with his head leaned against the window staring out at the trees. Clearly, he had been intending to have a conversation with me all this time and these just happened to be words that were passionate enough to finally break out of his stupor. “What?” I said, hoping he would start over. But he was too excited about the pumpkin pie thing. “Lydia said I can have pumpkin pie for her birthday.” “Oh. Well, that was very nice of her.” “Yes,” he nodded and sat up a bit, and yawned. “Lydia is…