And then she wasn't there anymore.
* * * * *
"Hey!" Luigi runs around the room like he is goin' space-daffy.
"It's no use, Luigi," the little guy says, lookin' sadder than ever.
"She's gone back. And this time I suspect it's forever," the prof says.
Luigi comes over to the little guy and grabs him by the throat.
"She can't do that to me. Gone back where? Y'gotta tell me."
"She's gone back to Paris," the prof says.
Luigi snarls like he is gettin' a Martian sand-fever fit. "What?
Leavin' me fer some Frenchman? I'll--"
"No." The professor pulls away from Luigi. "This Paris is a part of
ancient Greece--a young shepherd prince whose theft of the wife of
Menelaos started the Trojan War."
"Huh?" Luigi is as up in the air as I am.
"Helen...." The little, fella looks sort of thoughtful. "Of course.
That was her name. Helen of Troy--LaTour. The queen of space. 'The
face that launched a thousand ships.'"