the old woman seems pleased by this , her face folding into a map of tiny wrinkles . `` i 'm probably going to regret this , '' he muttered to himself . its walking at night in the middle of the west side highway that has me spooked . if the police came , one should never cross the stream and run up the hill to the other side . the way she played you , then tossed you away . no , the old man said , defiantly . he searched her eyes , nervous about letting her out of his sight . 