My wife had been saying her shoulders hurt lately, and through the introduction of a young man named Yokoyama who lives upstairs in our apartment building, she started taking yoga lessons once a week. Thanks to that, she said her condition has improved, and watching her enjoy herself despite everything made me smile. However, one day, I saw my wife trying on a new leotard she had bought for the lessons and diligently trimming her pubic hair with a hand mirror while saying, 'I have class tomorrow...' This made me feel somewhat uneasy.
