My Husband Told Me to Remove the Tattoo My Granddaughter Drew for Me — Days Later, I Learned Why He Really Hated It

it.”

“Yes, and you said it was my arm.”

“That doesn’t mean I thought you’d actually go through with something like this.”

Something in his tone wiped the smile from my face.

“Something like what?”

He stepped closer and looked at my arm.

“A tattoo, Lorna. At your age.”

I frowned.

“What does my age have to do with it?”

“It looks trashy.”

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