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there. Other men would stay with Connie until Sonny arrived. He was taking a chance
(рисковал), thwarting (thwart – банка на гребной шлюпке; поперечный; to thwart –
перечить; /по/мешать исполнению, /здесь/ раздражая, действуя ему «против
шерсти») Sonny, but he knew the Don would back him up. He was afraid that Sonny
might kill Carlo in front of witnesses. He did not expect trouble from the enemy. The
Five Families had been quiet too long and obviously were looking for peace of some
kind.
By the time Sonny roared out of the mall in his Buick, he had already regained, partly,
his senses. He noted the two bodyguards getting into a car to follow him and approved.
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He expected no danger, the Five Families had quit counterattacking, were not really
fighting anymore.
He had grabbed his jacket in the foyer and there was a gun in a secret dashboard
(щиток, приборная доска) compartment (отделение) of the car, the car registered in
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the name of a member of his regime, so that he personally could not get into any legal
trouble. But he did not anticipate needing any weapon. He did not even know what he
was going to do with Carlo Rizzi.
Now that he had a chance to think, Sonny knew he could not kill the father of an
unborn child, and that father his sister's husband. Not over a domestic spat (небольшая
ссора; легкий удар, шлепок; to spat – похлопать, пошлепать; побраниться; слегка
поссориться). Except that it was not just a domestic spat. Carlo was a bad guy and
Sonny felt responsible that his sister had met the bastard through him.
The paradox in Sonny's violent nature was that he could not hit a woman and had
never done so. That he could not harm a child or anything helpless. When Carlo had
refused to fight back against him that day, it had kept Sonny from killing him; complete
submission disarmed his violence. As a boy, he had been truly tenderhearted. That he
had become a murderer as a man was simply his destiny.
But he would settle this thing once and for all, Sonny thought, as he headed the Buick
toward the causeway (мостовая, мощеная дорожка, тротуар; дамба, гать) that would
take him over the water from Long Beach to the parkways on the other side of Jones
Beach. He always used this route when he went to New York. There was less traffic.
He decided he would send Connie home with the bodyguards and then he would have
a session with his brother-in-law. What would happen after that he didn't know. If the
bastard had really hurt Connie, he'd make a cripple out of the bastard. But the wind
coming over the causeway, the salty freshness of the air, cooled his anger. He put the
window down all the way.
He had taken the Jones Beach Causeway, as always, because it was usually
deserted this time of night, at this time of year, and he could speed recklessly until he hit
the parkways on the other side. And even there traffic would be light. The release of
driving very fast would help dissipate what he knew was a dangerous tension. He had
already left his bodyguards' car far behind.
The causeway was badly lit, there was not a single car. Far ahead he saw the white
cone of the manned tollbooth (будка
There were other tollbooths beside it but they were staffed only during the day, for
heavier traffic. Sonny started braking the Buick and at the same time searched his
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pockets for change. He had none. He reached for his wallet, flipped it open with one
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hand and fingered out a bill. He came within the arcade of light and he saw to his mild
surprise a car in the tollbooth slot (щелка, щель, прорезь; /здесь/ узкий проезд возле
будки) blocking it, the driver obviously asking some sort of directions from the toll taker.
Sonny honked (to honk – кричать /о диких гусях/; сигналить /авто/) his horn and the
other car obediently rolled through to let his car slide into the slot.
Sonny handed the toll taker the dollar bill and waited for his change. He was in a hurry
now to close the window. The Atlantic Ocean air had chilled the whole car. But the toll
taker was fumbling with his change; the dumb son of a bitch actually dropped it. Head
and body disappeared as the toll man stooped down in his booth to pick up the money.
At that moment Sonny noticed that the other car had not kept going but had parked a
few feet ahead, still blocking his way. At that same moment his lateral vision caught
sight of another man in the darkened tollbooth to his right. But he did not have time to
think about that because two men came out of the car parked in front and walked
toward him. The toll collector still had not appeared. And then in the fraction of a second
before anything actually happened, Santino Corleone knew he was a dead man. And in