Even after all of our decades and centuries spent together, Miss Carol still has the capacity to surprise me sometimes.
The other night, while we were cocktailing, she looked directly at me and asked-
“Does a tattoo hurt”?
And I thought for a second and I said, “Nah, it’s more scratchy than painful”
And Miss Carol said “I’m thinking about getting one. A tattoo, I mean.”
And Miss Carol said “Yeah, I’m thinking about getting ror tattooed on my finger”.
And ya know what?
I was floored. I mean, I was totally, honestly moved. And it takes a LOT to move me, or even make me feel anything, somedays.
She looked at me and grinned and said,”yeah I think I’m gonna do it”.
And I know it sounds sooooo completely hokey and rednecky and white-trailer-trashy but I was all like, wow. Shoving aside the trailer-trashiness and hokey-redneckiness I thought it was so amazingly cool and heartfelt and just plain rub up against me good feeling that I didn’t even know what to say.
So I just kissed her and didn’t say anything.