After her bath, Grace threw on the only set on clothes she had. They were filthy. She would have to wash them in the sink and hang them on the shower rod tonight before she left in the morning. Remembering Angelo was in Room 101, Grace headed out of her room to show him her new bright pink hair. Room 101 was just a few doors down from her room. Knocking lightly, Grace waited for the door to open.
“It’s about damn time, Vito, you’re 2 hours late.” Angelo said, angrily opening the door.
“Oh! I’m so sorry. Hey! You look amazing!”
“Thank you. I love it. The box said that it was Demi-Permanent so it will wash out eventually. But for now, I love being pink.” Grace smiled, flicking her new pink locks over her shoulder. “Your appointment never showed up?”
“Nah. I’m pissed too. I have everything all set up.” Angelo said, gesturing to the table of metal instruments behind him. Stepping into the room Grace looked at the wall of framed photos behind him.
“Oh, that’s some of my recent work. The rest is in the binder over there.” Angelo said, pointing to the table. Looking closer, Grace saw a tattoo of birds in flight that touched her heart.
Remembering a quote that she read in a book once, Grace closed her eyes and reflected on the black and white words she read all those years ago:
“What if I fall?”
“Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?”
Here she was, miles away from the orphanage, in flight, a freedom of her own.
“I want that tattoo.” Grace said, pointing at the birds.
“Well…uhhh…” Angelo hesitated.
“You’re all set up anyways. Please, it would mean so very much to me.” Grace pleaded, looking into Angelo’s eyes.
“Okay. But under Laurel’s rules, I am not to charge you for a thing. So I can’t take any money for this.” Angelo explained.
“I won’t let you do it for free.” Grace said, sternly.
“Trust me, Laurel owes me her world famous meatloaf. That will be payment enough.” Angelo said smiling.