"Where are you going, Gwent?"

Come on, get out of the bathroom!

"Don't ask," I said. After washing my face, I grabbed a towel and wiped off the water drops on my face.

Keith didn't notice and just watched me quietly deal with myself until I noticed that something soft was beginning to grow under my armpits.

Damn it. . . Before I came to Los Angeles, I just waxed it.

I just opened the cupboard door, grabbed the luggage rack and took out the razor. Keith looked at me in the mirror, frowned, and raised an arm when she saw me.

"What did Gwent do?"

"Shave your armpits."

"Why...