“That is how you cut?” Liada asked.
“Yep.” Kawalski used his electric razor to shave. It was early morning, and the others were up, feeding the horses and making breakfast.
“Let me try,” Liada said.
“You don’t have any whiskers.” Kawalski brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers.
She held out her hand to him.
“All right, but it’s not going to do you much good.”
Instead of holding the razor to her own face, Liada ran the razor along his unshaven left cheek. “Wonderful,” she said as she watched the whiskers disappear.
“Yes, modern technology.” Kawalski lifted his chin so she could work on his neck. “Hey, Sparks,” he said.
“Yeah?” Sparks was at the fire, making coffee.
“Can we charge up my razor with your solar panel?”
“Yes, but it’ll take all day.”
“That’s okay.”
“How is it
