My Mother Thought I Was Moving to a Slum—So She Brought 50 Relatives to Mock Me. They Didn’t Expect the Address.

the world like someone resigned to her fate.

“So, Elena,” Martha shouted over the laboring engine, “did you remember to pack pepper spray? I hear the neighbors in that area are very… friendly. Lots of ex-cons looking for naive white girls.”

“I think we’ll be adequately protected, Martha,” Elena said, gazing out the window with studied indifference.

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