The Turkey Tussle

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

After lunch, I decided to put Jef down for his nap in his crib upstairs so I could spend a little time in Mel’s den using her computer. Boo, my Boston terrier, and I crept out of his room and down the hall to the only room in the house Mel hadn’t allowed my mother to touch when she was helping us to furnish and decorate the place.

I’d initially questioned the wisdom of putting the den upstairs to begin with, when we were laying out the house but, in hindsight, it had worked out well. It was a quiet place for Mel to work when she needed to work from home and it allowed all of us to be close to Jef if he woke up while we worked in there. The room is all about Mel though.

Unlike her sparsely decorated office at the station, the walls here are covered with pictures of her sister’s