Dad glared at me and muttered under his breath, "I think it's great you two go someplace together. But if you're going to spend money, go someplace I won't take her, like Europe." "Maybe next time." He shook his head and yelled at the defensive linebacker on TV. "I'm worried." "We'll call you every day. How does that sound?" "I'm worried about New York. No telling what trouble you two will get into there." "I do not get into trouble," I protested. Then, as an afterthought, "Not anymore." He grumbled and cracked open another peanut. "This is a bad idea." "I want to do something special for my...