Chapter 20 begins

     "Xation!" came Felina's brother's voice over the telephone, as she lie in her bed with the copper headed, young bell boy, of the Savoy named Quentin.

     "What?" she asked a little 'sex drunk' wishing she had not answered the phone.
     It was Thursday morning and Xavier/Xation had raced down to the Student Union to phone his sister's hotel room after his Socio-Economics class. "Xation, Xation Day."
     "Xation?" she sounded confused.
     "In my text book, the word was taxation, but the word was hyphenated at the margin, Ta-, on the next line was printed xation!" Xation said jubilantly, as if he had discovered some hidden secret of the Universe.

     "Hmm..," Felina paused as she watched the tall, well endowed Quentin slip up out of her warm bed and dress himself back into his hotel uniform.

     "What do you not like about it?" Xation asked sincerely.

     "No, I think it is the most unusual, sexiest, name I have ever heard.., Xation." she repeated, Felina paused as Quentin gave her wink and exited her room.

     "However..?" Xation said disheartened.

     "Do you not think it sounds too much like.., SATAN?" Felina spoke truthfully.

     "Yes! Of course! That is why I like it!" Xation shouted.

     "Ay! Dios Mio!" Felina laughed then said to her brother "Xation Day? This is what you want?"

     "Si Senorita!" Xation shouted over the phone, pleased with his new moniker.

     "Very well." she agreed

     So it was about 60 days later, after all the proper paperwork had been filed, Xation Day received all his new documentation, his birth certificate, passport, a newly issued student I.D. everything he needed to take on a newly named identity. Even on his diploma, two years later, the name read, Xation Day. He had managed to graduate at the top of his class and secure a much coveted position with Morgan Stanley in Manhattan. Xation had done very well for himself, a nice apartment on the upper west side, successfully making commission off his clients, whom he urged to invest in I.B.M. For what was once a high yielding class project, had produced much dividends off their initial investment. Xation never once stopped thinking about our poor Norman, locked up away in Her Majesties prisons. The tech stock had been soaring and Xation had a nice pile of cash for his good friend, whenever he would be released. Xation was not always working and alone in the big city, for during the Spring and Fall his sisters, Felina and Serena would come and visit, staying with him at his high rise apartment overlooking Central Park, for fashion week.

     Now Serena was finally told of Norman's fate in the Fall of '83. She had been begging Xation to invite Norman out to party in the city with them. Until one day when Felina had taken enough of her little sister's whining about the situation, when she opened up her mouth and the truth came tumbling out. Xation, as well as Felina, were not sure how their little sister Serena would take the terrible truth of the story they had to relay to her. However, Serena was no longer a stupid little girl, no. Our strong Serena, nearly 21, admired our Norman for his courage and bravery to stand alone for his crime. From here on Serena and her sister Felina made a point over the next six years to send post cards from all over the world, and letters with photographs of the two of them in bikinis, with oiled, bronzed skin on white sandy beaches, from St.Tropez, to Bimini. These tokens of admiration and honor were the highlight of our incarcerated Norman's confinement, as he languished at her Majesties pleasure from 1978 to 1989. But in the meantime Xation Day, and his seductive sisters spent their time growing older, and wiser and richer. Yet they never failed, at every meal together, to raise a glass to their dear friend Norman Pierce.