"Who are we up against this time?"
Lola Gray, the daughter of the gangster Polly Gray, Wife of Isiah Jesus, Sister to Michael Gray and now mother to Ellie Jesus-Gray. Being a mother has its ups and downs, but when you're a Shelby nothing stays peac...
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Lola was walking through the crowd of people to get to Finn who was at the end of the room when she hear, "Did you see it? A black priest and another black man with his kid. They shouldn't be here. This place is filled with Gypsies and Blacks."
Lola walked backwards and turned around in front of the people, "I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Lola Jesus-Gray, I'm Tommy's cousin."
"Malcolm. Grace's uncle."
"You see that man over there with his kid?" Lola asked as she nodded over to Isiah who was kneeling on the ground holding Ellie's hands
Malcolm nodded, "Disgraceful if you as-"
Lola cut him off, "That's my husband. And my daughter. Normally I would go into my Shelby-ness but this is Tom's wedding which means...you get a pass. So you've insulted my family and guess what I'm also a gypsy so you've insulted me. I hear you talking about anyone like that again. I will cut your fucking eyes out. Have a nice night."
. . . . . . . .
At the dinner table, Lola and Isiah were sitting with Esme and John, "Hey, listen. Listen, listen. What do you call an animal with a prick halfway up its back?" John asked
Lola picked up her drink, "Don't. John. Don't."
"A cavalry horse." John laughed, "He got... He gets it."
Isiah leaned over to Lola, "Tommy's maid person put Ellie down. I saw you talking with one of the Cavalry what was that about?"
Lola looked at him, "Oh the usual. You wouldn't want to know." She looked back when she saw Arthur stand up, "Where are you off too?"
"Going to find Tommy and Grace." Arthur said
Lola nodded as she looked next to her where Polly was sitting, "He's looking over mum."
"What?" Polly asked
Lola looked past her and saw a man stand up, "He's coming. He bloody is."
Polly looked at the man, "Fuck. It's the wrong one."
