If I could choose to go anywhere in my novel, The Westing Game, I would go to the Westing House, and I’d take Turtle as a tour guide. Turtle would not make the trip better since she is stubborn, rude, and kicks others in the shins. But I would take her because I want to prove that she is not as tough as she thinks she is. I would want to see her as petrified as a deer in headlights. As soon as we are upstairs, I would scour the colorful rug looking for Mr. Westing’s body. I am pretty sure there would be a horrible scream coming from Turtle! I would feel like a kid in a candy shop because there are probably priceless things which I would sell for toy money! It would be hysterical since Turtle would look like she just saw Chucky from a horror movie, but I’d come out like I just won the lottery!