I stared at the money. I had never seen so much money before—ever. “I… I’ll take it.”
“You won’t regret it!” she said as she slid effortlessly into her recently detailed 2005 Ford Focus, fired up the four cylinders and drove off into the distance.
Tom nudged me. “So, uh, what are you going to do with it?”
I shook my head. It was UFC: Butterfly Edition in my gut. “I don’t know. I guess I could give some of it away. I could buy stuff. I don’t know.”
Tom smiled sweetly at me, then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, “I have an idea.”
I felt the impact to the back of my skull, and then everything went dark.