Gideon finished his prayer and smiled down at his plate, ready to eat. But his sisters sitting to his left and right just stared at him with a pair of hard gazes that could turn a man to stone. He seemed to feel this and nervously glanced to the side and then, with a sigh, he put down his fork and folded his hands in front of him. “Okay, what?” he said as if he really didn’t want to know. “What is your problem?” The two girls looked at each other. Their eyes played a game of paper-rock-scissors to find out who was going to confront the little waiting man. Lydia won. “Gideon,” she said, leaning down so she could look directly into his…