FRAN: This is insane Anthony. I am getting married. There is a ring on my finger which is, which is, I pictured myself with plants and three PhDs.
ANTHONY: Cat ladeee.
FRAN: No, no this is horrible, these are diamonds. Think of the little hands that mined these little stones, Anthony, probably some tiny little black kids hands and I am wearing this shit on my own hand I’m a horrible person, Anthony. What is wrong with me? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME: I’m like a colonial power: I am a colonial power of evil of death and destruction he should put this back in his Grandmother’s security box I am marrying a person with a security I am England and France and Portugal I shouldn’t wear a wedding dress I should wear my own disease infested blankets so I die the horrible death I—
Fran marries into Damon’s upper crust African American Boston family at 23, with no father to walk her down the aisle, and a mother like Gloria. Picture Gloria. A gypsy. At the fanciest of fancy Boston Brahmin locations: the Taj Hotel.