...that life would never, ever be the same. She had forbidden him. Plainly, and clearly, and without the gentle edge to her voice that he longed to hear. She had said it clearly:
"IF you get that tattoo of that floozy on your arm, so help me. You are no longer welcome in this house, and you should pack your stuff and get out. For good. Think hard about that!"
Johnny had thought hard about that. All the way to the tattoo parlor.
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