In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

Doubled in two, he gasped for air.
"You okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
"S'okay, see you two tomorrow? Thanks for the drink." On his
wobbly trip back up to vertical, his delayed focus adjusted to the
ground. He crawled under the table on all threes and sat down there to
gather some manuscript pages that were scattered on the floor, waving
goodbye to them from down there.
"Andiamo, subito," hissed Sandro. He yanked Penny, who was
about to give Pete a helping hand with the papers and pulled her all the
way to the street. Silent all the way back through the hypodermic
drizzle that battered the Tuileries, he stomped directly into the
bathroom and locked himself in.
She went to the couch in the lounge to give him some of that
personal space, but now she was going to be sick, and the bathroom
door was shut. She ran to the window and puked into the wind, making
a mess on herself and the equipment but mostly on the Crillon awnings
below. Quiche bits were all over the keyboard, and there was no water
to clean it up with.
The taste was there again. Petit Mal? What's so petit about it?
Oh, right, you swallow your tongue with the Grand. I'm a real freak,
now, she thought. My own Frankenstein monster. Stendhal's
Frankenstein. My head. Mounted on the wall at Ula's cabinet of Brit-lit
curios on the Spanish Steps, complete with headphones and white lace
cravat. How Gothic. Penny quaked with fear. The fear behind the
attraction? That's what the Old Man of the Blue flower said. Too many
emotions for which I am just not ready. Is that what happened to those
people when they heard the piece?
When she came, to he was on the bed next to her with a look
of resignation and a limp washcloth in his hand. "Züt—Dr Züt is on
his way."
"Oh shit." Penny looked down at her bare feet. Stretched out in
her underwear, he'd washed her off, and the rest of the mess too.
He kissed her forehead. "S'okay, I love you, I am not angry. I
love you, whatever happens. I am sorry I was such a salaud earlier, it is
my fault. I must put pants on. Can you dress?"
"I can manage fine, thanks."
He put on his pants and a shirt. "I hope the equipment is okay."
Penny went to look and burst into tears. He could have gotten a
job as a maid tomorrow.
Dr Züt called and came up, black doctor's satchel firmly in
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