In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

doctor, who cleared his throat and commanded, "Mister Tifolgio,
enough!"
Beneath the paintings, her frayed lumpy futon was replaced by a
sleek black leather sofa. And her favorite white trash coffee table?
Replaced with a marble slab on chrome legs.
"Dick, in a fit of generosity. I hope you dun mind." He
apologized and leaned over, grabbing a handle at the back of the sofa
and it slid down into a double wide sleep surface.
"Ecco, lá, he snapped his fingers.
"How did you know?"
"She has the same one upstairs, heheh. I warn you, it is not so
good for sleep!"
"No kidding!"
Her computer tables?! She tottered over. Looked like Schwanz
Design, alright. She only hoped it was safety glass on those spindly
sawhorses.
"What's this? One shove and it all comes crashing down! Could
at least use some duct tape around those edges."
The stacks of disks and the hard drives all seemed intact.
"Okay, thanks anyway. Guess he scarfed my fifties relics or
something, I mean they're antiques, or something, right?"
Sandro hung back, silent.
Züt came humming out of the bathroom, "And if you need
assistance, just ask zuh room, I haf installed a device."
"Great, whatever. Its good to be back. I'd better crash, now."
Züt stood in the doorway, a self-satisfied smile across his tiny
face. Sandro half smiled and followed the doctor out.
Penny flopped down on the leather platform, not bothering to
unroll her sleeping bag just yet. She took one of the two leather pillows
and tucked it under her head, but tossed the other on the marble table.
She was just thankful Dick hadn't installed those smutty blob lamps.
Wasn't there some duct tape in the kitchen corner under the
sink? Better check. Nope, her cabinets were all cleaned out and
arranged with wire tubs filled with Martha Stewart's idea of under sink
necessities: a big bottle of lemon Lysol, a collection of fancy polishes
and bright, folded cloths and sponges, but no duct tape. Penny
stumbled to the bathroom to pee, but, surprise, a fancy contraption
with a Japanese menu at the side with pictogram explanations stood in
place of her john. She couldn't hold it long enough to decipher any of
these, especially as her vision was still a bit double, so she peed in the
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