Norman was walking down the hallway out through the livingroom, and as he passed Teddy's corpse he heard the sound of a loud exhale, the last bit of air in the lungs escaping the dead body. Now Norman thought Teddy just might still be alive, so he set the drawer full of money down and reached out with his right hand placing it on Teddy's neck to see if he still had a pulse. Norman could not feel anything with the surgical glove on, so he pulled it off, tossing it on the floor and reached back down and felt no pulse, because Teddy was dead, Norman had seen to that. Then he saw Xavier standing at the back door shouting "Come on! We have to go!"
Norman jumped up, startled by the sound of his friends voice and he grabbed the drawer of money clutching it close to his body. Xavier and Norman left the house that was as silent as a tomb. The two rushed into the van with its motor running and drove out of the back yard and out the front gate. The two were in a word, Mortified. The two men said nothing, so Norman turned on the radio to break the uncomfortable silence. They listened as the vocalist sung the lines 'I don't want to spend the rest of my life/At the other end of a switchblade knife/I don't want to spend my time in hell/Looking at the walls of a prison cell.'. Norman switched off the radio saying "Fucking Police!"
"Where?" Xavier shouted paranoid and in a panic, still in a state of shock.
"No, not the police! The Police! The band that did that song!" Norman explained as he exhaled deeply wishing he had a cigarette.
"Oh." Xavier sighed then said "We do not need any music right now."
So they drove back South to London the windows down, the only sound the hum of the engine and the wind rushing against their faces. The drive, which normally took about forty five minutes, seemed to take forever and forty minutes. The two men spoke not a word. Now, when they arrived back at Norman's little shop, the two felt a bit of panic rush through their bodies as they saw a note taped to the front door. There was no need for panic, as it was just a note from Norman's new counter girl. It read, 'Just wondering if I can come back to work anytime soon, please call and let me know.'
Norman and Xavier were relieved and Xavier, who had enough excitement for one day, told Norman he just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep. Norman opened up the door, Xavier went upstairs, as Norman rang Lillian apologizing for closing the shop for four days. He said he had a family emergency, which was true, in a way. He offered to pay her for the entire week, telling her to come back Saturday morning. Now Norman grabbed a pack of cigarettes from behind the counter and went outside to have a smoke. He was extremely nervous and had a terrible sense of foreboding. He sucked down his cigarette in 42 seconds, then he went to the back of the van and brought the drawer full of money upstairs, where Xavier had been in the shower for quite sometime. Norman was restless so he went ahead and brought all the crates of stolen wine, liquor and champagne up to his little kitchen. Norman grew concerned as Xavier remained in the shower for a good thirty minutes. Xavier had sat down in the tub, letting the hot water; which was now ice cold, cascade over his body, his knees pulled close to his chest. Xavier was devestated, unable to wipe the image of his classmates murder from his mind. You would be amazed at the devestating impact on the human psyche after watching a person die right before your very eyes. So Xavier stayed in the shower wishing he were dead.
Eventually around midnight Xavier came out of the bathroom wrapped up in a towel as he sat on the couch. Norman had set a glass and a bottle of whiskey, vodka and red wine on the coffee table in front of him. "Here." Norman said "Drink what you like, I've rolled a pile of joints for you to smoke, help ease the tension." Norman said worried about his friend.
"Cheers mate, thanks a lot." Xavier said as he poured out a shot of vodka for himself.
"Yeah, no problem." Norman gave an uneasy smile as he said "I'm going down to have a smoke." Norman exited the second floor and Xavier began to drink the vodka and light up one of the joints
Now Norman sat out at the little table in front of his shop on that cool Spring evening and, instead of smoking one cigarette, he went through an entire pack in three quarters of an hour. He was troubled and very concerned, not for the horrific crime he had just committed, but he was more worried with the fact that, now Xavier had just witnessed him murder a human being, perhaps Xavier did not like him anymore. However, none of that mattered for Norman knew he had left a glove behind, the only clue left behind in his stupidity and worst of all, he knew he and Xavier must part company, just to make sure no harm would come Xavier's way. Norman had never had such a good friend in his entire life and now he was devastated knowing he and Xavier's friendship would be affected by this terrible turn of events. Norman could not sleep so he remained awake snorting a bit of cocaine, smoking off the hookah, staring out the window listening to the radio while Xavier slept on the couch in a 'vodka coma' while Norman waited for the dawning of a new day.
Norman jumped up, startled by the sound of his friends voice and he grabbed the drawer of money clutching it close to his body. Xavier and Norman left the house that was as silent as a tomb. The two rushed into the van with its motor running and drove out of the back yard and out the front gate. The two were in a word, Mortified. The two men said nothing, so Norman turned on the radio to break the uncomfortable silence. They listened as the vocalist sung the lines 'I don't want to spend the rest of my life/At the other end of a switchblade knife/I don't want to spend my time in hell/Looking at the walls of a prison cell.'. Norman switched off the radio saying "Fucking Police!"
"Where?" Xavier shouted paranoid and in a panic, still in a state of shock.
"No, not the police! The Police! The band that did that song!" Norman explained as he exhaled deeply wishing he had a cigarette.
"Oh." Xavier sighed then said "We do not need any music right now."
So they drove back South to London the windows down, the only sound the hum of the engine and the wind rushing against their faces. The drive, which normally took about forty five minutes, seemed to take forever and forty minutes. The two men spoke not a word. Now, when they arrived back at Norman's little shop, the two felt a bit of panic rush through their bodies as they saw a note taped to the front door. There was no need for panic, as it was just a note from Norman's new counter girl. It read, 'Just wondering if I can come back to work anytime soon, please call and let me know.'
Norman and Xavier were relieved and Xavier, who had enough excitement for one day, told Norman he just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep. Norman opened up the door, Xavier went upstairs, as Norman rang Lillian apologizing for closing the shop for four days. He said he had a family emergency, which was true, in a way. He offered to pay her for the entire week, telling her to come back Saturday morning. Now Norman grabbed a pack of cigarettes from behind the counter and went outside to have a smoke. He was extremely nervous and had a terrible sense of foreboding. He sucked down his cigarette in 42 seconds, then he went to the back of the van and brought the drawer full of money upstairs, where Xavier had been in the shower for quite sometime. Norman was restless so he went ahead and brought all the crates of stolen wine, liquor and champagne up to his little kitchen. Norman grew concerned as Xavier remained in the shower for a good thirty minutes. Xavier had sat down in the tub, letting the hot water; which was now ice cold, cascade over his body, his knees pulled close to his chest. Xavier was devestated, unable to wipe the image of his classmates murder from his mind. You would be amazed at the devestating impact on the human psyche after watching a person die right before your very eyes. So Xavier stayed in the shower wishing he were dead.
Eventually around midnight Xavier came out of the bathroom wrapped up in a towel as he sat on the couch. Norman had set a glass and a bottle of whiskey, vodka and red wine on the coffee table in front of him. "Here." Norman said "Drink what you like, I've rolled a pile of joints for you to smoke, help ease the tension." Norman said worried about his friend.
"Cheers mate, thanks a lot." Xavier said as he poured out a shot of vodka for himself.
"Yeah, no problem." Norman gave an uneasy smile as he said "I'm going down to have a smoke." Norman exited the second floor and Xavier began to drink the vodka and light up one of the joints
Now Norman sat out at the little table in front of his shop on that cool Spring evening and, instead of smoking one cigarette, he went through an entire pack in three quarters of an hour. He was troubled and very concerned, not for the horrific crime he had just committed, but he was more worried with the fact that, now Xavier had just witnessed him murder a human being, perhaps Xavier did not like him anymore. However, none of that mattered for Norman knew he had left a glove behind, the only clue left behind in his stupidity and worst of all, he knew he and Xavier must part company, just to make sure no harm would come Xavier's way. Norman had never had such a good friend in his entire life and now he was devastated knowing he and Xavier's friendship would be affected by this terrible turn of events. Norman could not sleep so he remained awake snorting a bit of cocaine, smoking off the hookah, staring out the window listening to the radio while Xavier slept on the couch in a 'vodka coma' while Norman waited for the dawning of a new day.
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