he was a thin , sharp-faced fellow with a bald head and a pair of beady eyes like an alert sparrow . a child trying very hard to be an adult , but a baby nonetheless . and there was the look of a woman who had it all , lost most of it , and found herself again having everything . it made my head hurt thinking about it , and my body quiver both with desire and in pure white-knuckle fear . but then that didnt make sense either . why does n't it have lights , parker ? '' 