Maybe that should have been my first warning sign. Instead I happily told my wife and kids that we were moving to New Orleans, hoping they would be as...pleased as I was with the idea.Far from platitudes, from my daughter, Ashley, all I got was attitude. "What about all my friends!? My school?" she berated me. "Dad, you're ruining my life!" There simply is no reasoning with the teenage female mind. Never matter the huge pay increase, the better lifestyle, an amazing school for the kids, the. "Being with you is like having Christmas all the time!" Well," I said to her, "you deserve to have Christmas all the time."I glanced over at my wife and she was looking as though she had just put a piece of a puzzle in place and the picture was getting clearer.I asked my wife if she would like wine with dinner."Merlot." She stated simply and left to bring in the rest of the meal.I poured two glasses and set them at our places.Beth brought in a small pot roast with potatoes and carrots. I held. "Have anything in mind honey? Your mom was a little vague, all she toldme was that you had not had your hair done in ages." Can I look at some pictures? I know what I want, but not what you callit." I'll get the books."While I was looking through the books, mom was sitting across from dad ata small diner near his office."Well?" Like a fish thrown into a pond. He, or should I say she? I'm tellingyou, she bought this panty? It looks so real that it's scary, and thoseboobs of hers look like she. She wasn’t sure she wanted to share her evening’s escapade with Ellie, who was the epitome of responsibility and decorum. Not that Sam wasn’t responsible herself, but Ellie had it down pat, where Sam still needed to work on it. ‘Well, I hope you’ve rehearsed your part,’ Ellie said, looking at her worriedly. ‘You look a little green around the gills.’ Sam ignored her and pulled the portfolio out of her soft leather briefcase. She opened it and studied the pages, sipping a third cup of coffee..