"They won't think that way, I've told them that you simply don't have the time, otherwise everyone who has been helped should be thanking you, not me," Odilia said earnestly:
"However, if you have other plans, that's fine too. Those who don't know you might indeed misunderstand. If you feel stressed about appearing with me, I can understand. Don't be upset, Tommy, I promise I'll fly to California to be with you every vacation on time."
Tommy gently kissed her cheek, "Thank you for your understanding, Odilia."
"Hearing you... I'm not racist, I just... feel that my charm might not be as great as that of black people when I hear you can't be with me every day because you are helping them," Odilia said softly, resting her head on Tommy's shoulder and voicing her minor complaint against him.
Tommy, smiling, patted Odilia's shoulder and said, "What has given you such an illusion? Has your father, Mr. Farrell, been speaking ill of me again, urging you to break up with me?"
