In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

They worked into the night tightening and tuning and smoking.
He tried to sight read the Francesco Canova da Milano, but was too
stoned to concentrate." Another time, I will serenade you."
At the bottom of the stairs the next morning, Penny collided
into a strange woman only to find it was Beatrice sporting a spiffy new
hair cut with short hipster bangs her still firm derriere poured into skintight
slacks. Outside the grand entrance in the gravel driveway idled a
brand new Carrera convertible, top down, even though it was past
Thanksgiving and drizzling. She must have pulled some strings to get
her driving permit back.
In spite of her immortality regimen of raw greens and
mushrooms, colonics at the homoepath's clinic and daily breathing
exercises, Ula looked much older than Beatrice. She was beyond any
shadow of a doubt anorexic now. She was almost beyond having a
shadow.
But Penny was wrong to think Ula was fading into a
dreamworld of her own making. Inside the dance studio things were far
from dreamy.
Penny came out of the solarium after her morning run of scales.
Passing by the red room saw him, in his sweaty dance rags, pouring
himself something at the bar. It wasn't even ten o'clock in the morning.
She walked in, he had his back to her, his hand in the ice bucket.
"Yo ho ho, what a great way to start the day, hic, hic!"
He spun around, a drippy ice cube on his cheek, the one that
was supposed to be on the mend.
"Ouch, looks painful." Embarrassed, she came up to comfort
him, thinking he must have slipped during his acrobatics upstairs.
"Just go, please." He wrenched away from her.
She hesitated.
"Out, via!" he growled. She backed out of the room.
At dinner he had the makings of a new shiner. Beatrice and Ula
appeared not to notice, each in their own bubbles. He just stirred the
vermicelli around in its broth.
Ula stuffed rabbit food in her cheeks, counting each chew with
her eyes shut.
Overdressed in skinny orange and gold Versace, Beatrice
jangled her bracelets and babbled away about Christmas.
"We go to Rome for the holidays. There will be lights and
pannetones, the shopping, oh, and Penny, the museums are the greatest
in the world! The Borghese, Villa Giulia, Barberini, Doria Pamphili,
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