Submit To Me
"So if Sasha has a child, he or she will have to be tattooed? That's so cruel."
"No," she chides me. "We're not needling newborns. Besides, what if a sibling arrives? Then they're not the only child anymore. The Bratva is always changing ... growing. No tattoo is freely given. They must be earned."
I'm listening, but my mind has begun to wander. Discussing Sasha as a father is wild. It leads me on a merging path back to thinking about my own parents. Mom ... are you okay? Why haven't you messaged me again? Or tried to call? I can do backflips to justify her being angry enough to give me the silent treatment, but in the end, it isn't enough to quell my worries.
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