Abby is our kid, and where I go, she goes. Or, at least that is how it used to be, until the temps warmed up and now it’s too hot for her to stay in the truck. It is for her own good, but she does not know that. I mean, how could she, even though I tell her that’s the reason we are leaving her home… each time we leave her home. Last weekend we went to breakfast, and her face said it all. She was hurt and not too happy about being left, again. When we got home she appeared to be worried about getting into trouble, but…