Mandy
“DADDY?” He’s just standing there looking at my tattoo, but he hasn’t said anything in at least twenty seconds, and it’s getting slightly awkward.
“Daddy?” I say, much louder this time.
That seems to work. He blinks and looks up at me and gives me a sort-of smile.
“Huh? Uhm…I mean, you really should have asked me first, Mandy.”
Uh oh. Mandy? He only calls me by my name when he’s upset. Usually, he just calls me honey or sweetie or something like that.
“You’re mad?” I say, tilting my head down and looking up at him with a flutter of my eyelids.
“Well…no,” he replies, but I can tell he’s lying. “I mean—a tattoo is a big deal, and I just think you should have run it by me first.”
Sarah shifts her feet uncomfortably beside me, clearly not wanting to get stuck in the middle of
