In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

at least once, but her knees gave way and she crumpled to the floor so
fast he was left clutching a cloud of chiffon.
Ula threw the dress over Penny and he whisked her away to the
white limo.
"She looks like an angel, passed out in your arms like that. Oh,
Sandro, you have to call Züt," Ula said after a few silent blocks. But he
hadn't heard.
Desperation had brought them here. Penny stretched out across
the seat, her head cradled in his lap. His head back against the window
trying not to fall apart. The limo sped through Times Square, the ad
lights flashing across his cheekbones. At his most beautiful in these
moments. Ula, filled with an urgent erotic need, had to stifle a small
sound. How long since he had touched her? She never should have told
him about what she had tried with Penny. Never should have done this,
done that. And even the drugs no longer worked, at any strength, in
any combination, even the new blue ones, as if he had built up an
immunity, like bugs to DDT.
Back at Grand, he was like a zombie carrying a dead girl into
the elevator.
"I take her up."
"No you do not! She's already asleep, she'll do fine in her
room."
"They go into comas."
"She won't, because you're going to call Dr Z. Subito!"
He leaned against the battered riveted wall, his eyes shut and
with Penny in his arms like an enormous bouquet of white flowers.
In her dark cave lit only by those ghoulish screen savers and the
blinking green and red dots, he lowered her on her futon and covered
her with her Bambi sleeping bag. Tenderly he kissed her lips then rest
his head on her chest as if she were already dead.
Up in the elevator he wouldn't speak, but he was himself again,
whatever that meant.
When they were almost at the loft, she asked, "And what if Max
comes looking for her?"
"Oh, please."
"What did you do, castrate him?"
He snorted like an angry horse, then snarled, "Yes wife, you
would know," and smashed his head into the hull of the elevator. Once
upstairs she reminded him again to call Züt.
"Mais Zut, zut, zut et encore zut! Ce p'tit toubibe va nous faire
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