"Listen, my name's Norman." he said driving North on Regent Street turning right on Oxford.
"Thank you for helping Norman. I am Xavier, and I am eternally grateful to you for your assistance." Xavier said as he lie in the back of the work van as the two headed out East to Islington in the dark, cold, Autumn night.
"Not a problem mate!" Norman laughed as he recalled the thrill of excitement as he attacked the trio of men just minutes earlier. "Say, we're going out to me Mum's, she's a retired nurse and can take a look at'cha. Make sure your alright." Norman looked back in his rear view mirror trying to get a glimpse of his injured foreign passenger. "And you can tell me what the trouble was back there." he added wanting to know the story behind all this violence. "Is that okay by you, Xavier?"
"I would be most appreciative."
Xavier lie flat on his back, the muscles of his abdomen contused, causing him great pain, soon his new found friend, Norman, pulled his old work van down Charlton Place turning left on Shalford Court. As Norman helped Xavier sit up and get out of the back of the van the two slowly made their way up three flights of stairs to a small flat on the left of the long hallway. Norman knocked on his mother's door just before midnight, his new friend, Xavier, barely able to stand, arm thrown around Norman's shoulder for support as the two young men heard the voice of Norman's mother, in a deep Scottish accent, coming through the closed door. "Whose there?"
"It's me Mum, let me in."
"Norman? Is that you?" she exclaimed as she hurriedly unlatched all the many bolts and deadlocks. Then the door flew open as Norman's mother, a woman in her mid-fifties, tall, rotund, cheerful expression, with chubby, rosy, glowing cheeks and bright green eyes, with a beaming smile, stepped out as she gave the injured young man a concerned look saying to her son "Dear, oh dear, Norman, have you been fighting again?"
"Thank you for helping Norman. I am Xavier, and I am eternally grateful to you for your assistance." Xavier said as he lie in the back of the work van as the two headed out East to Islington in the dark, cold, Autumn night.
"Not a problem mate!" Norman laughed as he recalled the thrill of excitement as he attacked the trio of men just minutes earlier. "Say, we're going out to me Mum's, she's a retired nurse and can take a look at'cha. Make sure your alright." Norman looked back in his rear view mirror trying to get a glimpse of his injured foreign passenger. "And you can tell me what the trouble was back there." he added wanting to know the story behind all this violence. "Is that okay by you, Xavier?"
"I would be most appreciative."
Xavier lie flat on his back, the muscles of his abdomen contused, causing him great pain, soon his new found friend, Norman, pulled his old work van down Charlton Place turning left on Shalford Court. As Norman helped Xavier sit up and get out of the back of the van the two slowly made their way up three flights of stairs to a small flat on the left of the long hallway. Norman knocked on his mother's door just before midnight, his new friend, Xavier, barely able to stand, arm thrown around Norman's shoulder for support as the two young men heard the voice of Norman's mother, in a deep Scottish accent, coming through the closed door. "Whose there?"
"It's me Mum, let me in."
"Norman? Is that you?" she exclaimed as she hurriedly unlatched all the many bolts and deadlocks. Then the door flew open as Norman's mother, a woman in her mid-fifties, tall, rotund, cheerful expression, with chubby, rosy, glowing cheeks and bright green eyes, with a beaming smile, stepped out as she gave the injured young man a concerned look saying to her son "Dear, oh dear, Norman, have you been fighting again?"
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