In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com
In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com
In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com
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laughed and poured more wine.<br />
Penny attacked her plate of cured ham, sausage, pâté, tiny little<br />
pickles and thick slabs of the same bread she'd had earlier at Dick's.<br />
Normally, she was more or less a vegetarian, but she was letting that<br />
slide for now.<br />
"So, do you and Max live around here? Dragon Street, that's<br />
intense, you live in the same apartment, right?"<br />
"No, no, yes, yes, we live in the "quartier," on the Rue du<br />
Dragon, but we have adjacent apartments, you know, not so big, just<br />
the floor, it is very expensive around here."<br />
"Expensive? You dress like a million bucks, what are you<br />
talking about?"<br />
"Oh, the clothes, well, this is Paris, one must look good, no?<br />
Our place is not so—the quartier is convenient but also richissime. Our<br />
place is not. It is converted chambres de bonnes, like garrets, but we<br />
have an elevator, so rare for old buildings."<br />
"Yeah, I live in a fancy part of town too, and it sure is<br />
convenient. Little Italy and Chinatown have everything I need. Have<br />
you been to Manhattan?"<br />
"No, no, not yet, but Ula has told me all about your<br />
neighborhood. All the best shops are there now, Chanel, everybody,<br />
just like here."<br />
"Yeah, the designers. I hate shopping, I get every thing mail<br />
order," Penny said. She'd been waiting for this.<br />
"Your hunting jacket is too big, No zero in the catalogues? But<br />
the outfit and the boots are perfect, yes?" Maia winked at Penny.<br />
"Alessandro got those. I guess he thought I would blend in<br />
better in these than jeans and hiking boots."<br />
Maia's laugh rippled out, and she drained her beer to the slice of<br />
lemon at the bottom.<br />
"Quel drôle de zèbre. He is a strange one, Sandro, so serious,<br />
really. I must tell you about him."<br />
She pressed her lips together and fished her cigarettes from the<br />
narrow purse.<br />
"Cigarette?" She offered Penny the pack, then without waiting<br />
for an answer, lit one for herself and took a long drag. Maia exhaled,<br />
leaned in confidentially.<br />
"So, Beatrice, the famous Roman model is Sandro's mother.<br />
She has an affair with this married older man. He is richissime with a<br />
title, a real catch, so she thinks he will divorce and marry her if she has<br />
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