“Juanita dared me get inked,” Ana Luz crossed herself then straddled the pew and offered her forearm, palm up.
Mother Fucker, carefully inscribed in Sharpie from elbow to wrist, each letter elaborately disguised. O had legs like a spider.
“Dios mío, chiquita!”
My answer to this week’s Gargleblaster question: Is something crawling on me?