In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

He got up, patted the lute dust off his pants and they began to
tip toe down the hall. From where they were they had a partial view of
the main room, and a fair enough idea of what was going in the glass
labyrinth. From several layers in, a dark silhouette stepped out through
the white glow of the bathroom and transmuted the ghostly elongated
form of naked Ula in the incandescence of the Blob lamps.
Sandro and Penny exchanged glances, their blood run cold. But
Ula was busy with her own affairs, possibly getting ready for bed after
her bath, or whatever occupied her in the bathroom long enough for
her father to come in, pour himself a drink, rifle through her financial
records and now stand by the window with a drink.
Would she come out and shut the living room lights,
considering that she was stark naked and there were no curtains? Had
she even noticed they were on?
Sandro and Penny were of one mind now, and neither moved a
muscle.
A car screeched to a halt right outside on Grand Street. Dick
shoved up the window to yell out. The sound of the brakes and of the
ancient window brought Ula out from her magic glass fairyland.
Penny and Sandro would have been in plain view had they not
been in such deep shadow. Ula, still unclothed, watched Dick from
across the room as he leaned out the window and yelled, "Beatrice!
Non! Restes là en bas!"
Ula flew across the room and pushed him over the edge.
Sandro and Penny took their chances and made a bee line for
the stairs, leaping down at least two at time. All they could see beyond
the Carrera parked across the sidewalk was Beatrice's bowed head as
she made the sign of the cross.
"I didn't push him, the drunken fool fell!" Ula hollered from the
window. People began to slow down and gawk at the skinny naked lady
in the window and the old man sprawled on the pavement.
Beatrice rushed to her car to grab something from her glove
compartment and ran across the street. Stiletti firmly planted on the
Yamamoto sidewalk, she aimed up at the window. The crowd backed
away. POP!
Ula gripped the windowsill and convulsed, but not because she
had been shot. "Heheheheh. Missed! Ha, ha, ha, you pathetic fat faced
has-been. Where are those hard earned Spaghetti Western talents when
you need 'em most? Yeehah! Yippity doo-dah. Giddy up, girl. Take
two! Gather 'round and watch the show now, boys and girls."
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