“You have a tattoo?” she asks. “You are only seventeen. Isn’t it illegal?”
Breaking the eye contact, I shake my head and laugh. Of course, she would judge me.
“What do you get by following the rules?”
“They are there for a reason. You’re still too young to get a permanent mark on your body. You might regret it later.”
“I’d rather regret the things I’ve done than regret the things I’ve never done.”
She turns away from me and walks back into her bedroom. “When you put it that way, I wish I had done a few things that I regretted.”
She sits on the bed hugging the puppy. Ahh, the puppy life!
“You can put him down, you know. He won’t get up if that’s what you are afraid of.”
“Nah. I’m fine.” She says shaking her head, not looking at me. “What will I tell my parents? Where did he come fro
