America 1982-Chapter 301 - 16: Wear More on Vacation_3
"I’m not getting involved in these disgusting matters," he said. "It’s all an internal issue among blacks, and once a white person gets wrapped up in it, all the blacks will turn against the poor white guy. I’m not going to do that."
"It’s too crazy..." Sophia said, shocked upon hearing about the gang’s behavior.
Tommy patted her fragrant shoulder, signaling that she shouldn’t worry too much: "Don’t worry, we’ve got it all on tape. We’ll cut it into behind-the-scenes footage, release it on VHS or, if the series really takes off, maybe even a standalone documentary. Let everyone see that blacks don’t just posture in TV dramas; in the real world, they’re just as lawless. But all that’s got nothing to do with me. It’s all Rick and the director’s doing. I don’t know anything, I’m just a puppet, a layman who only knows how to pay up... and grin like an idiot."
"Grin like an idiot..." Sophia sighed. "So, you think you’re going to that place in Georgia full of Indians because it’s the only place you can sleep peacefully?"
Tommy exhaled a puff of smoke: "I don’t want to go, I’d rather head back to Rhode Island. I heard that Mr. Miller’s second daughter is vacationing at Odilia’s place. As Odilia’s fiancé, I ought to entertain her on behalf of my fiancée, who is abroad and unable to return. Unfortunately, I received an invitation—or rather, the entire CS gang got one."
"What kind of invitation?"
"Fatso David Schafer from the CS gang is getting married. All of us members are going to attend his wedding. And we, the male members, are going to give him an unforgettable bachelor party," Tommy said, looking at Sophia. "Interested? Bachelor party. How about I take you to broaden your horizons?"
"Wear several pairs of underwear to protect yourself, Tommy," Sophia said with a glare, upon hearing this bastard invite her to join a men’s bachelor party.
Tommy, with a cigarette in his mouth, clasped the stair railing: "Without me, without Dennis, that fatso would surely be the most dazzling figure in the CS gang."
"Everything’s packed up, Tommy, including the underwear you specifically mentioned," Dorothy said as she closed her suitcase and stood up to address Tommy.
"Thank you, Dorothy," Tommy said.
Mr. Page then appeared like a ghost in the living room, quietly. He picked up the suitcase and walked outside to put it in the car.
"That’s it, see you in a week or two." Tommy headed down the stairs and admonished Sophia, "And remind Martin, although I praised him, if he dares fuck around with Vanessa, I’ll have Mr. Page fly back especially to cut off his stick and replace it with a stun baton! I’ve got other uses for that black beauty, and no other man is allowed to lay a hand on her—not even Er. Without my permission, even a dog in heat has to act like a gentleman around her."
"Did Martin get his check for that hundred thousand in profit? I mean, if you guys didn’t split it with him, I need to remember to keep it a secret from him," Sophia leaned over the banister and called down to Tommy as he descended.
"Had the bank extend his credit by two grand so he can spruce himself up a bit, as a reward for helping the company make a handsome profit," Tommy said without turning back, continuing his way towards the front door with a cigarette dangling from his lips.
Sophia thought for a moment: "If you’re really worried about Vanessa, maybe she could come stay at my place temporarily..."
"No, blacks should stay where I’ve placed them. If I find out a black person has been to your place..." Tommy turned around after hearing Sophia’s words, held a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture, interrupting her, and said half-smiling:
"Even breast implants to please me couldn’t save you, Sophia."
Sophia sighed and didn’t continue. Tommy, cigarette in mouth, headed down the stairs toward the living room, muttering to himself:
"I can care for black people, but I haven’t prepared myself to become one."
