Laying It On The Table

"I see you're a multimillionaire now…" echoed a voice teeming and brimming with wonder and awe. "Mom said you were doing well, but I didn't think… this… well…" 

A humble, modest country girl all her life, Sammy was a total stranger to the more extravagant splendorous aspect of life. While the house was far from anything a multimillionaire would live in, more above-average living than anything, that didn't matter to her. 

If it's got a chandelier on the ceiling, a plasma tv forty-five inches wide, and more than one bathroom to be used, then in her eyes I was pretty much inhaling and exhaling riches instead of air. 

I watched there, slowly taking in the newfound sights with incredulous eyes, as I fixed a drink up for her in the kitchen. 

"Oh," I called out, nearly forgetting. "Vampire on the couch, don't be too startled."

"Vampire on the -? AHH!" 

Did warn her…