"You sure you don't want to go to a barber, get it done proper?" not that she didn't trust his hands, but when he mentioned cutting himself she did worry a little. But then she thought about it, "Uh, I mean, never mind." of course they couldn't get a barber, Fisher might find out. Where was her head, she had not been thinking truly straight since that night she had with Mary and Paddy.
She finished her tea, then was up and putting her cup down as her father was still stretching. "Alright, Papa, let's get this done before you change your mind."