Felina had caught her plane on a Trans Atlantic flight aboard the Concorde, out of the Ezieiza International airport in Buenos Aires, it was a cold day and she looked forward to a speedy arrival in London. After a short flight Felina entered in to Greenwich mean time and when she landed at Heathrow it was quarter past ten in the p.m., even though she had only been on a three and a half hour flight aboard the super sonic transport. Felina was relieved to land as she always hated crossing the ocean as the thought would creep into her brain that the plane could just disappear below the vast dark ocean and just, disappear. Poof! Gone forever. However she and the other passengers were in the well trained hands of the pilot, and the Fates had not conspired against them that day. So it was she made her way off the jet and headed toward the luggage carousel to retrieve her Louis Vuitton suitcases. Now as she walked through the terminal, Felina noticed the evening edition of the Times of London being put out at the news stands as eager customers were quick to snatch up a copy for themselves.
Felina went over and purchased her own edition, and there what she saw plastered on the front page in black and white was our Norman, an old mugshot from a few years back, with the screaming headline 'McDowell Murderer Arrested!' Felina nearly fainted as she walked, shocked over to the baggage claim area. In the fifteen minutes she had to wait, Felina found herself sitting on a long row of seats, the noise and order of the world around her, all was deaf to her ears. She could only hear the sound of her beating heart and the pulse of blood which rushed through her veins. As she read the terrible story, re-hashed by the editors for the blood and gore factor, the writer of the article made sure to re-cap the story, by describing in detail the circumstances of the bludgeoning death of the handsome young man, whom Felina thought she recognized. For it was true she had met Teddy last Summer whilst Xavier was dating Olivia, Teddy's sister, though Felina could not recall this fact, not at this time of her great distress.
Felina could not believe this was happening, that big, sweet, loveable Norman could beat a person to death. Then it struck Felina, Norman could have only done this in defence of her brother! She was clever and as intelligent as a woman can come, and she knew, instinctively, Norman and Xavier must have gotten into some sort of trouble. And that was always where she could find her brother, where there's trouble. Felina focused her thoughts on the entire story, knowing full well, in England a person accused of a crime is assumed guilty and they must be the one to prove their innocence, not the government. Felina felt deep in her heart mercy, and love, and pity for Norman and the boy he killed, but she knew it could only be her brother's fault. So Felina gave up a silent prayer to God and made a vow unto him, promising to hire an attorney to help Norman get a sentence of Manslaughter instead of Homicide, and she prayed for Norman to keep his mouth shut about her brother's involvement, because she was damn sure Xavier had to have something to do with this terribleness. Felina was afraid, but she could not let her brother go to jail. So she gathered up her suitcases, along with her courage and determination, then hired a taxi to take her to the Savoy where Xavier was pacing the floors in the hotel room, anxiously awaiting his sister's arrival.
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