In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

scrunched it up and lunged at him, grinding the shirt into his face, and
sending them both flying into the glass tables and the wall of
synthesizers. The espresso cups, laptop, flat screens, and synthesizers all
came crashing down as the table disintegrated into fragments of glass
and ribbons of shard-encrusted duct tape. The equipment lay in a heap
on the floor, screens broken, shorting out, dead.
Sandro pushed Ula away and wiped his face on his sleeve. He
saw the shit on his fresh shirt, and unbuttoned it. Ula glared at him
from her spot between the couch and the door, shouldering her reeking
bag.
Penny ducked down and yanked the power strip from the plug.
"Like father, like daughter." He took a step forward. "They
have to rub your nose in it!" He took one more step.
"The Schwanz's and their love of shit!" And with the last word
he smacked Ula across the face so hard she fell back across the marble
table into the sofa. Madame's wig slid to the floor, exposing Ula's
mangy pate.
Sandro ripped off his shirt and rubbed his face with the cleaner
parts of it as he paced around the room to control himself. Ula sat on
the sofa hugging her bag and stared ahead.
Penny picked up the hairpiece and dropped it in Ula's lap.
"Out. Now."
Still in shock, Ula rose slowly and drifted out into the hall,
clutching the hair. Penny closed the door gently behind her and locked
it.
"Why don't you wash off?"
"Baugh, que puzzo. Yes, I take a shower."
He disappeared into her bathroom.
She took the zip drives and stacks of disks over to the marble
table. Untangled the trode wires and wrapped them around their box.
She called Ramón. He was out, but Bobby answered.
" I'm calling the police," she yelled to Sandro.
"No!" Sandro shouted back from the bathroom, where he
toweled himself dry.
"She threatened to kill me before," Penny said.
"She will go to Dick's now. They can deal with her."
"I'm afraid she'll try to burn the place down or something when
she gets her wits back."
"The wits will not come back for a long time, I think, but Dick
and Züt will," he said, half dressed and on his way to the kitchenette.
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