In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

After a quick, packed metro ride they he bought the tickets at
the window in the base of the mirrored building, for the next evening.
Later as they dipped into their dessert of banana au gratin with
hazelnut and praline zabaglione cream, Dick called.
Cause for celebration! Ula was coming home in the morning,
she was okay but depressed. Dick was nagging Sandro about his face,
she could tell. He must have said something new because Sandro yelled
a string of French obscenities into the phone and hung up, then left the
table to brood in the window as traffic circled the obelisk and the smell
of bananas filled the suite.
"Why don't you just forget about it and finish your fancy
banana split?"
He snorted in disgust, at everything, not just the bananas.
The steward knocked and slunk in. She had no money for a tip
and Sandro hadn't budged, his clenched jaw muscles all she could see.
The waiter shook his head and left discreetly with the cart and the
dishes of mush.
Penny shut the light and sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for
him to make the next move, but he just stood there grinding his teeth
and brooding in the splash of the carnival lights outside, so she came
up to him silently and unzipped him and dropped to her knees. He was
surprised but took her head in his hands and fell back into the drapes
with a sigh, then swept her up in his arms onto the bed where they
rolled together "like crazy bonobos after too many oysters," he joked.
Dick's words must have been cycling around in his sleepless
mind, for when she woke around dawn and looked over and saw him
feel his crushed nose and sweep his fingers over the mangled eyebrow
down to the zigzag scar over his zygomatic. He felt her stirring beside
him, and as if he'd been waiting for hours to ask her, he turned to her.
"How can you love a man with half a face?"
"You don't have half a face, you have two eyes. You're just
more rugged now," she said, yawning.
"Okay, you are so sweet."
He didn't believe a word of it. Even with half a face, he was still
the vainest guy she'd ever met. "My biggest idol had only half a face.
Iannis Xenakis, you know, Polytopes. We're going to a concert of his
music tomorrow."
"The concert tomorrow? Oh, yes! Dick has the book. I will get
it. And what happened to your idol?"
"During World War Two, fighting in the Greek resistance, he
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