The Tattoo
It might be my first visit to the tattoo shop, but it won’t be the last…
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in the early spring. The sun was shining down warmly, the snow was melting, and the sound of running water and chirping birds echoed in the air. Like many other people, we were out around town running errands and doing some neglected tasks. Surprisingly, my husband, Rob, pulled the car into an unfamiliar parking lot. I looked around at the businesses, spying an accountant’s office, a...