Your father was Hamilton. One day you forgot to put away the letters your boyfriend, George Eacker, had written you. You fell asleep, and when you woke up none of the letters were there, and the door was ajar. You searched frantically, knowing that if your father found out you’d be in trouble... And don’t even get me started on your mother, Eliza... She never had a good impression of your boyfriend. You thought you were safe, that maybe you’d put them somewhere else... But then you heard it... Your father and mother’s voices in unison, sounding angry. "PHILLIP SCHUYLER HAMILTON!"