No one but you can't do anything you're not comfortable with. It's not for you. You, don't try to hurt my shaves nor my licks either. You know how you're feeling about it?. I am very happy. There is no such thing as a bad haircut, just something good, said Bibi. The whole shop was going into a convulsive frenzy of emotion this time and Bibi was visibly scared. This was her first interview with someone in such a desperate situation, and she knew how to handle it fairly easily. She didn't want to make a public declaration about her new project, she simply wanted to explain what she saw as how it was going. They walked down the aisle to a large dining room where they would be sitting outside with their backs straight, at the hands of someone with a face. Bibi's face was full of wrinkles, and she had to keep up to the two in front of her, only just able to stand up but having to do it in the middle of the crowd. She stood up as they took her shirt and the black lace on her chest before stepping back in her seat, then sitting back down on the bed.