Chapter Eight
“It’s a terrible idea,” Basil argued.
“It’s going to happen and you know you want to do it,” Dorothy replied calmly from the passenger seat of his car. They were sitting in the tiny parking lot as they went through the same argument they’d been having for several weeks now. Dorothy had made a decision and that was that. Basil simply had to get his thinking in line with hers.
“I don’t want to do it,” Basil replied.
“But I want you to do it, so you don’t have much choice in the matter.”
Basil sighed. “I know. But…I don’t want to.”
“Sometimes you don’t get to do what you want. Sometimes you have to do what someone else wants.”
She got out of the car. He followed. She knew he would.
The tattoo and piercing parlor was, incongruously, located in a strip mall along one of th
