Maybe it was the half hour I'd spent freezing outside. In the middle of the night, I came down with a raging fever.My whole body ached like I'd been run over by a car.I curled up on a rusted old folding cot, wrapped in a thin blanket, and gritted my teeth until dawn.It was the weekend, and the house was unusually lively.My brother, Tyler Mapes, had just won the city basketball championship, and the whole family was celebrating.The smell of cooking drifted from the kitchen, the roar of the range hood mixing with my parents' laughter.By noon, the food was on the table.Tyler cheered and ran over, while Cassandra snapped a flurry of photos of the spread with her phone.I braced myself against the wall, fighting off wave after wave of chills, and dragged my heavy feet into the living room for a glass of warm water.The table was crowded with seafood.Steamed snow crab, garlic butter scallops, and a heaping pot of spicy Cajun crawfish, glistening red.I stared at the pot of
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