but we do n't have a fucking clue what 's going on . there 's a heavy boot pressed into my back and i ca n't lift my head to distinguish who 's speaking to me . she hit her head on the corner . `` you 're a devil in lace and lavender . narrow , with a pointed top , it was approximately the thickness of a man 's arm , and perhaps as tall as his leg . of course no alcohol in it . 