"You should give me the address of your barber." "Does it look good?" I ran my fingers over what was left of my hair. "Nah. I wanted to avoid the one who did such an awful job." My fingers stopped as if it touched something icky. "Don't worry. It's men-only." Not the best of come-back, I know. She already had the twinkle in her eyes which appears when she knows she had won. A short shriek from doorway. I sighed and muttered to myself, "Great." It's going to be rough couple of days for me between the two of them. I turned towards the doorway and asked to my still-giggling former friend, "What?" "Why?" "So that I can see the shape of my head" "So, why didn't you shave your head altogether?" "I'm pretty sure there is 666 engraved beneath this."