“Hey Lucy, how are you today?” “Is Taylor here?” I close my laptop with a click. “Yes. She’s feeling better and came in to train you.” “Good.” My sister walks over and seats herself on the couch. Her feet thud as she puts them on the coffee table. She picks up the same green binder of designs she looked at last week, the images she knows are mine. It makes me remember the conversation I had with Sierra. She said that Lucy draws well and that she seems to be interested in what it is we do here. I ask, “Do you have any tattoos?” Lucy turns her attention to me. “No. I never really wanted one. They aren’t my thing.” “I know what you mean. I only have the one that called me here.” Her eyes widen. “Don’t people wonder why you don’t have ink everywhere?” “They do.” I grin as I think about Sierra’s two full sleeves of tattoos that spread over her shoulders, back, and chest.
