In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

look impossibly long and skinny, like Japanese anime. But then it had
been months since she'd looked in a full length mirror, so maybe she'd
grown, and she was a jeans and T shirt girl anyway. Maybe this new
outfit would help her blend in, that must have been their thinking. They
were rich, so it was no skin off their backs.
Penny found Inez dozing on a chair outside the door with her
head sunk into her apron. She must have been asleep because she
started up in a snap.
Following behind her at one mile per hour, Penny couldn't help
but see the photos, now. Three in a row were color pictures with two
nearly indistinguishable naked boys against a phony blue sky, like in
cheap old postcards. One was skinnier than the other but other wise
they were almost carbon copies. Both were sporting identical hairless
hard-ons and were laughing in the same dopey way as they horsed
around a very diminished Eiffel tower. She didn't know kids could have
them that big, even have them at all. The props, of the Empire State
Building, the Leaning Tower of Pisa and the Eiffel Tower looked like
those metal tourist souvenirs, but blown up by some sort of trick
photography. In one photo, with the toy Eiffel tower, they were playing
leapfrog, and she realized from the eyes, that the pumped up one was
without a doubt Alessandro as a kid, so she looked away, embarrassed
and a little sick. Further down the hall was a full length photo of a
heavily made-up woman in an evening gown. The model/mother who
took them to Rome for Christmas? She had pretty big shoulders for a
model.
Moving closer to the living area were older black and white
photos of a bespectacled tall man with people on a beach, pictures of
him next to a lady in cat eye sunglasses and a guy with a curly mustache
in front of a house with a big egg on the chimney. Salvador and Gala
Dalí in front of their house in Port Lligat. In another picture the tall
man was with a pretty blonde lady and Gala. Then came one of the guy
in a crowd taking a picture of another photographer, all you could see
was a white mop of hair. Andy Warhol, of course. Then there was a
picture of the tall man again but much younger this time, with a head
full of hair and almost handsome in a Jean Cocteau Marcel Duchamp
kind of way, next to a short beady eyed guy in a striped sweater.
Picasso! The tall man was definitely Dick. Rich people did that with
photos of famous people to make themselves appear more important,
as if having a lot of money wasn't enough.
In the big room, Alessandro was already slouched into the
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