tattooes of memories and dead skin on trial
‘Hope! That’s it!’ she cried. Internally, of course. One wouldn’t want to embarrass oneself, even alone in the house, with unnecessary (read: not hilarious) exclamations. What if there was a quota?
‘I think I’ll have it tattooed on my finger. With “love.” And “mine.” Under my wedding band. When I get one.’
She’d really have to work on that.