"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 sitting in a chair in Charlie's Yard, when Johnny walked towards her sharpening knives, "The fucking savages have arrived."
Lola looked back and saw Aberama and some of his people walking through the yard, "Bloody fantastic."
Charlie then walked towards them, "I've got wire, I've got chains, I've got the steel rods. Now what?"
Johnny started pointing around with his knives, "Right, put the steel rods up the geese's arse there, and then you put those steel rods above the fire, spinning the rod to stop the bird from burning."
"Johnny, knives remember they're sharp, pointing them around not the best plan in the world." Lola said
Johnny rolled his eyes, "You did get potatoes, Charlie?"
Charlie shook his head, "No, I didn't get fucking potatoes."
Lola laughed, "What's the matter with you? If you don't calm down you're going to have an early heart attack. Johnny fucking breathe for Christ's sake."
Johnny pointed his knife towards the table then said, "I don't want that bastard Aberama Gold putting it around that we live like Didicoys. I want him to see that we live proper, that we eat proper, in the proper way."
Charlie and Lola shared a look as Charlie said, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I'll get the potatoes meself." Johnny said as he threw the knives down walked off
Lola looked at Charlie, "Johnny Dogs a man who cannot tell the time, is worrying about fucking potatoes, something is definitely wrong in the world."
"I have no idea what I'm doing." Charlie said as he put the rods down
Lola chuckled, "I know you don't. Just wait until Johnny gets back."
"You know that guy of yours...Omar, he's good with the horses. Curly likes him." Charlie said
Lola nodded, "Everyone likes Omar. Currently he's staying over at number 54 but I'm sure he'll be more than happy to help you out down here."
Johnny then walked back with a sack of potatoes, "Fucking hell Charlie. Get out of here. Go!" Johnny kicked Charlie up the backside as Charlie quickly walked away
