Andrew
I stared at the multiple grocery bags on the kitchen table, my head spinning.
“Okay. How many recipes are we following again?”
Raven inspected the laptop on the counter. “There’s the stuffing, the turkey, the green bean casserole, the cranberry sauce. That’s for Lanie. Um, sweet potatoes, salad. Course, any i***t can make that.”
I sucked in a long breath, wondering if I was having my first anxiety attack. “Salad. Okay. We can do that. Where’s the lettuce?”
Raven made a face. “That’s the last thing we have to make. We need to get the oven ready for the turkey. Did you thaw it?”
“Uh.”
“Dad!” Raven loudly clapped her hands. “Keep it together. Did you thaw the turkey?”
“Y-yes,” I stuttered. “I think so.”
“What?” She looked disgusted.
I opened the fridge and cautiously poked th
