I wanted brothers. Two, maybe three, but one alone would have kept me safe from my sister’s abuse, her never-ending rage at my being born.

This necessary brother would be in the middle, between us age-wise, a willing defender. He’d always take my side.

This brother would be taller than I but not smarter. I would teach him how to respect women, to listen to them, to try to get in their heads. This would let…