“Those were the Rommely women: Mary, the mother, Evy, Sissy, and Katie, her daughters, and Francie, who would grow up to be a Rommely woman even though her name was Nolan. They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices. But they were made out of thin invisible steel.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
My sixth tattoo, and surprisingly my first book-oriented one. One day I’ll get around to posting pictures of my other tattoos. I apologize for the shadows and such. Trying to photograph your own arm is kind of awkward. Many thanks to Eric at Voodoo Monkey Tattoo in Ohio City!
