In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

down by the current?
"We should have looked here first, she will have been carried
away by the current if she jumped in!" He looked up at the bridge.
"Or slipped. How deep is the water here?" Penny asked,
looking down.
"Deep enough, at New Year, divers jump from up there to
celebrate, but professional divers, not like her, and in the daytime."
"I don't think she was suicidal, just furious."
"You saw her yesterday!"
"She doesn't want to kill herself, she's just flipping out—can't
blame her."
They walked back to the hotel. Ula was in her room, shivering,
but other wise okay, and pulling off the second of her two toed rubber
shoes. Sandro wrapped his arms around her and brushed the wet
bleached stuff back off her face. "We look everywhere for you, we were
so worried. But you are okay? Were did you go?"
"I'm f-fine Sandro. I'm n-n-not the c-crazy one around here."
She took off her outfit and underwear, and Penny could see her ribs
under her skin with its maze of blue veins. Sandro slipped the white
cotton nightgown down over her head, and rubbed her feet to warm
them before tucking her in under a pile of extra blankets.
Beatrice was locked into her room with the TV blaring.
Sandro and Penny sat in their room in uneasy silence under the
muffled sounds of the TV next door. Sandro paced up and down as she
peeled off her soggy layers. He sat next to her on the bed and began
angrily tearing off his clothes. He picked up his shoe, threw it at the
wall.
"I hate her!" he threw the other shoe.
"Cool it, okay, so she's a bitch. You're twenty six years old,
grow up."
He sobbed into his pillow.
What could she do but kiss him and press him close? They lay
there together in the stillness with just the sound of tires on the wet
pavement.
Beatrice booked the midday flight to Paris. Ula writhed
delirious under her blankets, the temperature on the flexi strip in the
forty box at around a hundred and four. Sandro wanted to call a doctor,
but Beatrice said there was no time. They had to be downstairs within
the hour. So they dumped everything in their bags and Sandro carried
Ula into the elevator.
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