Mom shook her head. "I just keep it, you know, trimmed." She waved her hand over her privates. I chuckled knowing now where Kelly gets these gestures.
"Wow, Mom," Kelly said. "You're a little more reserved than I thought. Not even a wax?"
"No, I've done that, but it's not an option right now is it?" she said.
"I guess not," Kelly sighed. "So do you want me to do it?"
My face had to look dumbstruck. What in God's name is going on here?
"Oh no, Kelly. That's quite alright. I just need to know... you know what? Forget I said anything. Gimme the kit." Mom reached out.
"Mom, it's okay. I don't mind. I mean I'd rather do it for you than have you accidentally cut yourself out here."
"Kelly..." Mom started.
My sister tucked the kit under her arm. "Tell you what; let's just go over behind t
