"You have a karaoke machine?!" I squealed running towards the rather rectangular box with a mini screen on it. "This is pretty cool. Grandma used to love karaoke but the diner that has it is quite far so we go like on Thursdays only."
Laura was giving me a tour of the house. I hadn't asked for it or anything and I was quite ready in case she tried to shove me into a closet or hit me on the head with a vase or something. Living with so many backstabbers had made me conscious of the fact to always watch my back. We stood in the lounge, well she stood but I was busily palming the karaoke machine like it was my best friend.
"My dad won that from his friend in Alaska. They had some bet or so." Laura said proudly. "Want to sing a song together?"
I grinned widely at her. Forget the vas
