When I reached Stephen’s house, I did not bother knocking politely.
Barbra was folding laundry in the living room when I walked inside.
“You convinced our son to tattoo your wife’s face on his body,” I said.
Barbra’s eyes widened.
“What?”
I turned toward her. “You didn’t know?”
She said Stephen had told her Dustin wanted a tattoo celebrating their blended family. She knew nothing about the portrait being her husband’s idea.
Stephen sighed as though we were both overreacting.
“Barbra has felt excluded for years. I suggested Dustin make a meaningful gesture.”
“For college tuition,” I added.
The room became silent.
Barbra slowly set down the towel in her hands.
“What is she talking about?”
Stephen’s jaw tightened.
“I said I would help with school.”
“No,” I said. “Dustin believed you promised to cover the tuition.”
Stephen shrugged.
“He misunderstood.”
“He permanently changed his body because he misunderstood you?”
“I never forced him.”
“You didn’t need to. You offered something he desperately wanted and made him believe one depended on the other.”
Stephen called it motivation.
I called it manipulation.
