Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Chapter 9 begins

      After a brief embrace and short goodbye with Gertrude, her son Norman went back out with Xavier to the waiting car downstairs. "Listen, I need to stop back at the suite and collect my things." Xavier said as he reached out shaking Norman's hand. "I will leave my room key on the table in the foyer, and..." he paused a look of concern coming over his face as he said "Now, my friend, just be careful of who you bring back to the hotel."
     "Nah! Don't worry my son, I am done with all the scumbags and drug addicts!" Norman said proudly "I'm ready for a different class of people, a better circle of friends. Especially since I have all that cash stashed about!" Norman laughed with a wink and a smile.
     "Right then!" Xavier said speaking in the manner of his friend. "I have my final exams before holiday break. My sisters are coming for Christmastime, so I'll call you next week after I visit the brokerage house about the I.B.M. stock, and you should definitely check out a shop location and everything you talked about! You, my friend are on the verge of greatness!" Xavier said with the utmost confidence in Norman.
     "I'll talk to ya' then mate!" Norman said with a strong slap to Xavier's broad shoulder as the two said their goodbyes, for it would not be until New Year's Eve until the two saw one another again. "Send the car back! Cheers mate! Thanks a lot!"
      As for now Xavier had to get back down into London to the hotel in Hyde Park to gather all his new clothes, shoes, money, etc... from the hotel and back out west, across town to his dorm at the University. Now when Xavier rolled up in the long black Rolls-Royce, in front of the Residence Hall, laden down with eleven large bags from Harvey Nichols, a few of the students gave the good looking, Foreign, sophomore  strange, envious looks as Xavier Antonio de la Rosa Diaz merely laughed saying "My parents came up for a visit." even though this was a complete, and utter lie, Xavier did not care for he was so wrapped up in his momentary financial wealth that the look on his jealous classmates face's meant more to him the hand tailored designer suit he was wearing.

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