Letters To Penelope : Stab

Dearest Penelope,
I write this to you from a hospital bed. It's nothing serious I was just stabbed by a robber today. I don't even think it's worth staying in a hospital for but Georges, my guide who I was with when the incident happened and who was one of the curators I met with at the Musee d'Orsay, highly recommended that I 'squeeze the sweet nectar' as much as possible on this one. Plus he said he could get me a night without having to worry about paying for it, he stays over night all the time. He insisted. I think he mainly wanted my company more than he cared about my health. His wife watches the floor tonight, she's not going to report my presence...hope they don't get busy all of a sudden. Georges and I watched Run Lola Run, he kept talking about how much he likes the red haired character. He said, 'now's there's a woman I would want to marry', he said it in a dazed stare as I looked at him from my periphery asking a question and making a statement at the same time, 'you are married?' I dropped it and continued watching the movie. The thing about the robbery was that the guy didn't even ask me for anything, he just stabbed me in the back and ran away. I don't even think that constitutes a robbery, he didn't take anything, that's just what the police kept calling it. I was thinking deeply about the Rodin's I had just seen, remembering the weight of the material and sensing the decisions of the sculptor, then the knife piercing my skin kind of felt like a finger poking clay, I barely noticed it. Georges was the one freaking out, rushing me into a taxi to the hospital. Good thing cause I was bleeding quite a lot however. Nothing to worry about though. I'm all taken care of here. Marie, Georges wife gave us lemon pie for a late night munchie. She reminds me of Chloe, Emily's friend from the play 'Red Door Painted Black'. She has that same mouth mannerism where her lips are always a little crooked or pursed.
Well before all that happened I did get to see a little of the Musee d'Orsay. The Corot I was consulting was definitely in bad shape. Past owner's certainly did not keep it in dry environment or just didn't care, it's not beyond repair however, just will take a good year to get it proper for exhibition purposes. The Whistler's were hit and miss for me. I mean they were authentic which is why they brought me in there to clarify but his work rarely gets me off the ground. They had some Odilon Redon charcoal drawings that were absolutely astonishing. I was reminded of the time we saw a show of his at MoMA, how we stayed there all day going back and forth, drawing from his drawings, writing stories from what they inspired in us.
I'm planning on getting away from Georges tommorrow as soon as I can. I want to roam the city a little alone while I still have some time here. I want to come back here with you. I've seen some boutique shops you'd love. Tease.

Yours,
Odysseus