In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

Ula didn't wake when the water ran. Sandro bent over her to
see if she was all right, then walked to the window overlooking the
courtyard. Something must have happened with Dick.
By the next day they were settled into the conjugal life of exiled
royalty. In the mornings after a sumptuous breakfast brought to their
suite on a silver cart, Sandro would go upstairs to the hotel gym and
work out on their machines. Penny gave her fingertips a workout at the
keyboard downstairs until the maid came and cleaned the room and she
met up with Sandro for a quick bite at the bar. Afternoons was sitting
around in those chairs, as immaculate doctors and nurses scurried past.
After closing time they would walk back down towards the river,
weather permitting, through the Luxembourg Gardens.
Dinner tonight was Quiche Lorraine, a beer and an Orangina at
Le Chai De L'Abbaye. Taking up the two seats next to them was a one
armed man in a beat up leather jacket. He had a long scarf wound
around his neck and was writing on a Masonite clipboard, the kind you
get at Walmart. Penny decided he must be one of those down and out
in Paris types you hear about, writing a screenplay or his memoirs.
"Anything new and exciting regarding monsieur Schwanz?"
Penny asked Sandro while they waited for their order
"Beh, nothing about being her father, if that is what you mean.
He must think we are all such fools! But we must be careful."
"Well, looks like I'm in the clear, in this palace Security fit for
kings, right?"
"Yes, but, I protect you, always." He kissed her forehead and
drained his beer.
"After coffee we go to the English bookstore, Shakespeare and
Company, yes? You need something better to read than this
sciocchezza of Ula's."
The guy got up and asked them in decent French if they would
watch his stuff while he went next door.
"Mais, bien sure, monsieur," Sandro said in his crisp formal
French.
"The store belongs to this character, George Whitman, who
until recently manned the register and stamped the books, let it become
more a hangout for hippies than the intelligentsia now it has become a
tourist attraction, but is still the bet place for English language books.
Ula goes there all the time."
The ex-pat returned with a heavy bag of laundry to his camping
spot.
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