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since the position was not hereditary to an absolute degree, cement his claim as heir to
the Corleone Empire.
But the enemy was making its plans. They too had analyzed the situation and had
come to the conclusion that the only way to stave off (предотвратить, отсрочить
/бедствие/; stave – палка, шест) complete defeat was to kill Sonny Corleone. They
understood the situation better now and felt it was possible to negotiate with the Don,
known for his logical reasonableness. They had come to hate Sonny for his
bloodthirstiness, which they considered barbaric. Also not good business sense.
Nobody wanted the old days back again with all its turmoil (суматоха,
['t:moil]) and trouble.
One evening Connie Corleone received an anonymous phone call, a girl's voice,
asking for Carlo. "Who is this?" Connie asked.
The girl on the other end giggled and said, "I'm a friend of Carlo's. I just wanted to tell
him I can't see him tonight. I have to go out of town."
"You lousy bitch," Connie Corleone said. She screamed it again into the phone. "You
lousy tramp bitch." There was a click on the other end.
Carlo had gone to the track for that afternoon and when he came home in the late
evening he was sore at losing and half drunk from the bottle he always carried. As soon
as he stepped into the door, Connie started screaming curses at him. He ignored her
and went in to take a shower. When he came out he dried his naked body in front of her
and started dolling up (to doll up – наряжать/ся/; doll – кукла) to go out.
Connie stood with hands on hips, her face pointy (заостренный) and white with rage.
"You're not going any place," she said. "Your girl friend called and said she can't make it
tonight. You lousy bastard, you have the nerve to give your whores my phone number.
I'll kill you, you bastard." She rushed at him, kicking and scratching.
He held her off with one muscular forearm. "You're crazy," he said coldly. But she
could see he was worried, as if he knew the crazy girl he was screwing would actually
pull such a stunt (удачное, эффектное выступление; штука, трюк, фокус). "She was
kidding around, some nut," Carlo said.
Connie ducked (to duck – нырять, увертываться; duck – утка) around his arm and
clawed (to claw – царапать; claw – коготь) at his face. She got a little bit of his cheek
under her fingernails. With surprising patience he pushed her away. She noticed he was
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careful because of her pregnancy and that gave her the courage to feed her rage. She
was also excited. Pretty soon she wouldn't be able to do anything, the doctor had said
no sex for the last two months and she wanted it, before the last two months started.
Yet her wish to inflict a physical injury on Carlo was very real too. She followed him into
the bedroom.
She could see he was scared and that filled her with contemptuous delight. "You're
staying home," she said, "you're not going out."
"OK, OK," he said. He was still undressed, only wearing his shorts. He liked to go
around the house like that, he was proud of his V-shaped body, the golden skin. Connie
looked at him hungrily. He tried to laugh. "You gonna give me something to eat at
least?"
That mollified (to mollify –
least. She was a good cook, she had learned that from her mother. She sauteed (to
sautй – потушить, приготовить что-либо быстро в небольшом количестве масла
или жира) veal and peppers, preparing a mixed salad while the pan simmered (to
simmer – закипать; кипеть на медленном огне). Meanwhile Carlo stretched out on his
bed to read the next day's racing form. He had a water glass full of whiskey beside him
which he kept sipping at.
Connie came into the bedroom. She stood in the doorway as if she could not come
close to the bed without being invited. "The food is on the table," she said.
"I'm not hungry yet," he said, still reading the racing form.
"It's on the table," Connie said stubbornly.
"Stick it up your ass," Carlo said. He drank off the rest of the whiskey in the water
glass, tilted the bottle to fill it again. He paid no more attention to her.
Connie went into the kitchen, picked up the plates filled with food and smashed them
against the sink. The loud crashes brought Carlo in from the bedroom. He looked at the
greasy veal and peppers splattered all over the kitchen walls and his finicky
(разборчивый, мелочно требовательный) neatness was outraged. "You filthy guinea
spoiled brat," he said venomously. "Clean that up right now or I'll kick the shit out of
you."
"Like hell I will," Connie said. She held her hands like claws ready to scratch his bare
chest to ribbons.
Carlo went back into the bedroom and when he came out he was holding his belt
doubled in his hand. "Clean it up," he said and there was no mistaking the menace in