Chapter 33

“It’s in Portland,” he added when Jeremy didn’t say anything. “I have a consult there tomorrow about reworking the tattoo.”

“I’d love to come with you.” Jeremy turned the pamphlet over, skimming the words on the back. “You decided not to get it removed?”

“Yeah. For a lot of reasons, not the least of which is the cost.” He dished out the rice onto the waiting plates, ladling the sauce and chicken over the top. “These guys are supposed to be geniuses at changing designs, so I’m hoping they can work it into something that honors Gilda instead.”

“Have you had any thoughts on what you’d like?”

“Does anything but what’s actually there count?”

“Not quite. I mean, the folks at Under Your Skin might very well be geniuses, but if you go in and tell them ‘anything,’ they’ll look at you funny. Besides, you don’t want to have to go through this again next year if you don’t get it right this time.”