31. She is Fucking Crazy

Cole’s ‘just something small’ that won’t take long turns into a sleeve tattoo. He’s only getting a section done today, and so far it has taken two hours.

That’s not counting the time it took to come up with the design together with the artist.

Jude calls a little past eight. He’s gotten back home and is wondering where the hell we are. “Did he sell you to one of his shady contacts?” he asks when I pick up.

“We are doing something,” is all I say, not wanting to ruin the surprise. “We’ll get back a bit later.”

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.”

I decided to get a tattoo of our initials like Jude’s, and the artist worked on mine first because it was a quick job.

“Have you guys had dinner yet?” he asks.

“No.”

“Is Chinese okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” he says. After a short pause, he asks, “You guys are not doing anything illegal, are you?”

I chuckle. “Have a little faith in the man, will you?”

“What’s he saying?” Cole asks.

Jude hears that. “Tell him to mind his own business.”

“I miss you