Chapter 39

“Dad?”

“Never mind. We can do without stuffing for today.”

“Yeah, but—”

He shook his head. “Tomorrow we’ll go shopping for some Stovetop Stuffing. Now, the turkey’s going to need to set before you can carve it…”

Me? That yanked my attention from what he’d been about to say about my mother. “Dad, you always carve the turkey.”

“This is your home. You’re the host, Ty. It’s your privilege.” He handed me the pies and I put them in the fridge. “Now, we’ve got some time. Suppose you show me the rest of the house?”

“Okay. You’re in the living room. Adam calls it the great room. Here’s the kitchen, there’s the dining room.”

“Nice. I like the bay window.” He came around the half wall.

“Let me have your coat.” I hung it up in the coat closet off the bathroom and hung my jacket beside it. “And this is the bedroom. I’ve emptied a couple of drawers in the organizer for you, and made some space in the closet.”

“Good grief! Do you wear all these clothes?”