Her stomach dipped to her toes as she waited for him to speak. He opened it, looked at her mom’s signature and glanced at her. Ronnie dug into the pocket of her white shorts and pulled out the folded permission slip. Ronnie felt lucky Gary had the time to do this for her.ĭo you have the slip? he asked when they reached his chair. Oak Street Ink was busier than usual at least a dozen other people waited to get inked. Ronnie followed him to his station in the corner, glancing around at the other patrons while they walked. I knew you’d choose that one, he admitted with an easy smile. I want this one, she declared with a finger on the drawing. She would have found him cute if she was into the bald, tattooed and wiry type-and if she hadn’t known him her entire life. Gary stood a few inches taller than her, hovering around six feet tall. She sensed someone over her shoulder and grinned when she looked up to find the artist of her chosen design. The spikes and barbs decorating the spiral marked it as Gary’s work everything he drew was tribal in some way. A smile lifted the corners of her mouth as her eyes fell on the picture of a black triple spiral on the wall. Happy birthday to me, seventeen-year-old Veronica Ronnie Lambert whispered to herself.
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