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Della came back home with a frown on her face, once again-
Jeanine had insulted through out the wedding preparations and she couldn't take it anymore. She was ready to pack her bags and leave. Jeanine told her once that she would make Della's life hell if she didn't leave her son alone. Della cried in the bathroom of the bridal boutique. She didn't want a life like this, she would just rather not. Jeanine kept talking about the influx of immigrants and how they were ruining the United States of America. She wasn't even a US citizen herself. She obviously did it to spite Della amongst her good overweening friends.
"Gloria, these Mexicans are just everywhere.. even in my sons bed." Jeanine had said while Della was in the dressing room.
"Della looks Caucasian.. I never even thought she
