Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

‘Why? What would they say?’
‘My dad hates them.’
‘How old are you again?’
‘Patrick hates them too.’
‘And he never does anything that you might not like.’
‘I might get claustrophobic. I might change my mind once it was done.’
‘Then you get it removed by laser, surely?’
I looked at him in my rear-view mirror. His eyes were merry.
‘Come on, then,’ he said. ‘What would you have?’
I realized I was smiling. ‘I don’t know. Not a snake. Or anyone’s name.’
‘I wasn’t expecting a heart with a banner saying “mother”.’
‘You promise not to laugh?’
‘You know I can’t do that. Oh God, you’re not going to have some Indian
Sanskrit proverb or something, are you? What doesn’t kill me makes me
stronger.’
‘No. I’d have a bee. A little black and yellow bee. I love them.’
He nodded, as if that were a perfectly reasonable thing to want. ‘And where
would you have it? Or daren’t I ask?’
I shrugged. ‘Dunno. My shoulder? Lower hip?’
‘Pull over,’ he said.
‘Why, are you okay?’
‘Just pull over. There’s a space there. Look, on your left.’
I pulled the car into the kerb and glanced back at him. ‘Go on, then,’ he said.
‘We’ve got nothing else on today.’
‘Go on where?’
‘To the tattoo parlour.’
I started to laugh. ‘Yeah. Right.’
‘Why not?’
‘You have been swallowing instead of spitting.’
‘You haven’t answered my question.’
I turned in my seat. He was serious.
‘I can’t just go and get a tattoo. Just like that.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because … ’