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face. Johnny thought about what he had said, about not being jealous about what had
happened over a year ago with those two broads down in Palm Springs. The thought
had never entered his head that Nino might be jealous.
A year ago Johnny Fontane had sat in his plush office, the office of the movie
company he headed, and felt as lousy as he had ever felt in his life. Which was
surprising because the first movie he had produced, with himself as star and Nino in a
featured part, was making tons of money. Everything had worked. Everybody had done
their job. The picture was brought in under budget. Everybody was going to make a
fortune out of it and Jack Woltz was losing ten years of his life. Now Johnny had two
more pictures in production, one starring himself, one starring Nino. Nino was great on
the screen as one of those charming, dopey lover-boys that women loved to shove
between their tits. Little boy lost. Everything he touched made money, it was rolling in.
The Godfather was getting his percentage through the bank, and that made Johnny feel
really good. He had justified his Godfather's faith. But today that wasn't helping much.
And now that he was a successful independent movie producer he had as much
power, maybe more, than he had ever had as a singer. Beautiful broads fell all over him
just like before, though for a more commercial reason. He had his own plane, he lived
more lavishly even, with the special tax benefits a businessman had that artists didn't
get. Then what the hell was bothering him?
He knew what it was. The front of his head hurt, his nasal passages hurt, his throat
itched. The only way he could scratch and relieve that itch was by singing and he was
afraid to even try. He had called Jules Segal about it, when it would be safe to try to
sing and Jules had said anytime he felt like it. So he'd tried and sounded so hoarse and
lousy he'd given up. And his throat would hurt like hell the next day, hurt in a different
way than before the warts had been taken off. Hurt worse, burning. He was afraid to
keep singing, afraid that he'd lose his voice forever, or ruin it.
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And if he couldn't sing, what the hell was the use of everything else? Everything else
was just bullshit. Singing was the only thing he really knew. Maybe he knew more about
singing and his kind of music than anybody else in the world. He was that good, he
realized now. All those years had made him a real pro. Nobody could tell him the right
and the wrong, he didn't have to ask anybody. He knew. What a waste, what a damn
waste.
It was Friday and he decided to spend the weekend with Virginia and the kids. He
called her up as he always did to tell her he was coming. Really to give her a chance to
say no. She never said no. Not in all the years they had been divorced. Because she
would never say no to a meeting of her daughters and their father. What a broad,
Johnny thought. He'd been lucky with Virginia. And though he knew he cared more
about her than any other woman he knew it was impossible for them to live together
sexually. Maybe when they were sixty-five, like when you retire, they'd retire together,
retire from everything.
But reality shattered these thoughts when he arrived there and found Virginia was
feeling a little grouchy herself and the two girls not that crazy to see him because they
had been promised a weekend visit with some girl friends on a California ranch where
they could ride horses.
He told Virginia to send the girls off to the ranch and kissed them good-bye with an
amused smile. He understood them so well. What kid wouldn't rather go riding horses
on a ranch than hang around with a grouchy father who picked his own spots as a
father. He said to Virginia, "I'll have a few drinks and then I'll shove off too."
"All right," she said. She was having one of her bad days, rare, but recognizable. It
wasn't too easy for her leading this kind of life.
She saw him taking an extra large drink. "What are you cheering yourself up for?"
Virginia asked. "Everything is going so beautifully for you. I never dreamed you had it in
you to be such a good businessman."
Johnny smiled at her. "It's not so hard," he said. At the same time he was thinking, so
that's what was wrong. He understood women and he understood now that Virginia was
down because she thought he was having everything his own way. Women really hated
seeing their men doing too well. It irritated them. It made them less sure of the hold they
exerted over them through affection, sexual custom or marriage ties. So more to cheer
her up than voice his own complaints, Johnny said, "What the hell difference does it
make if I can't sing."
Virginia's voice was annoyed. "Oh, Johnny, you're not a kid anymore. You're over
thirty-five. Why do you keep worrying about that silly singing stuff? You make more