Dawn's POV
Saturday Morning — 9:00 a.m.
"Mom, do we have enough garlic bulbs?"
I turned from the coffee maker.
My thirteen-year-old son stood at the kitchen island.
Inspecting our seafood boil ingredients like a health inspector preparing to shut down a restaurant.
I laughed.
"Bud, we got seven of them. More than enough to scare vampires away within a four-mile radius."
Evan grinned before picking up a lemon.
"What about lemons?"
"Bud, we got ten lemons. Plenty to go in the pot, plus some on the side."
He nodded thoughtfully.
"Should we cut them now?"
"Eventually."
"What about the potatoes?"
"Washed and ready."
"Corn?"
"Freezer."
"Sausage?"
"Refrigerator."
He opened his mouth again.
I held up my hand.
"Before you ask, yes, we have butter. Yes, we have seasoning. And y
