But the world could not be more absurd than this moment when Tommy, while asking him to play golf, also inquired if he was interested in hooking up with a sixty-year-old biracial widow.
"Didn't you suggest I find an underclass black woman? The widow of the owner of the Los Angeles Rams could in no way be related to the word 'underclass.'" Er handed his golf club back to the caddie beside him, took the cup of water offered, took a sip, and asked Tommy, who was focused on measuring the distance.
After calculating, Tommy executed a perfect swing, sending the golf ball onto the green, only then did he toss his club aside and sit under the nearby sun umbrella, "No, she is an underclass woman, an underclass single mother, just of an older age, sixty years old."
"No one would believe she's from the underclass, Tommy, not even the black community," Er said as he sat down beside Tommy and turned to look at him seriously.
