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He had no choice. He had to accept them. And so he made love to all of them, gave
them presents, hid the hurt their enjoyment of his misfortunes gave him. He forgave
them knowing he was being paid back for having lived in the utmost freedom from
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women and in the fullest flush (внезапный прилив; буйный рост, расцвет; изобилие)
of their flavor. But now he never felt guilty about being untrue to them. He never felt
guilty about how he treated Ginny, insisting on remaining the sole father of his children,
yet never even considering remarrying her, and letting her know that too. That was one
thing he had salvaged (to salvage [‘sжlvidG] –
кораблекрушении, пожаре/) out of his fall from the top. He had grown a thick skin
about the hurts he gave women.
He was tired and ready for bed but one note of memory stuck with him: singing with
Nino Valenti. And suddenly he knew what would please Don Corleone more than
anything else. He picked up the phone and told the operator to get him New York. He
called Sonny Corleone and asked him for Nino Valenti's number. Then he called Nino.
Nino sounded a little drunk as usual.
"Hey, Nino, how'd you like to come out here and work for me," Johnny said. "I need a
guy I can trust."
Nino, kidding around, said, "Gee, I don't know, Johnny, I got a good job on the truck,
boffing (boff – зад /сленг/; to boff – хлопнуть, шлепнуть; трахнуть, перепихнуться
/мягкое выражение/) housewives along my route, picking up a clear hundred-fifty every
week. What you got to offer?"
"I can start you at five hundred and get you blind dates with movie stars, how's that?"
Johnny said. "And maybe I'll let you sing at my parties."
"Yeah, OK, let me think about it." Nino said. "Let me talk it over with my lawyer and
my accountant and my helper on the truck."
"Hey, no kidding around, Nino," Johnny said. "I need you out here. I want you to fly
out tomorrow morning and sign a personal contract for five hundred a week for a year.
Then if you steal one of my broads and I fire you, you pick up at least a year's salary.
OK?"
There was a long pause. Nino's voice was sober. "Hey, Johnny, you kidding?"
Johnny said, "I'm serious, kid. Go to my agent's office in New York. They'll have your
plane ticket and some cash. I'm gonna call them first thing in the morning. So you go up
there in the afternoon. OK? Then I'll have somebody meet you at the plane and bring
you out to the house."
Again there was a long pause and then Nino's voice, very subdued (приглушенный,
смягченный), uncertain, said, "OK, Johnny." He didn't sound drunk anymore.
Johnny hung up the phone and got ready for bed. He felt better than any time since
he had smashed that master record.
Chapter 13
Johnny Fontane sat in the huge recording studio and figured costs on a yellow pad.
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Musicians were filing in, all of them friends he had known since he was a kid singer with
the bands. The conductor, top man in the business of pop accompaniment and a man
who had been kind to him when things went sour, was giving each musician bundles of
music and verbal instructions. His name was Eddie Neils. He had taken on this
recording as a favor to Johnny, though his schedule (расписание,
crowded.
Nino Valenti was sitting at a piano fooling around nervously with the keys. He was
also sipping from a huge glass of rye. Johnny didn't mind that. He knew Nino sang just
as well drunk as sober and what they were doing today wouldn't require any real
musicianship on Nino's part.
Eddie Neils had made special arrangements of some old Italian and Sicilian songs,
and a special job on the duel-duet song that Nino and Johnny had sung at Connie
Corleone's wedding. Johnny was making the record primarily because he knew that the
Don loved such songs and it would be a perfect Christmas gift for him. He also had a
hunch (горб; предчувствие) that the record would sell in the high numbers, not a
million, of course. And he had figured out that helping Nino was how the Don wanted his
payoff. Nino was, after all, another one of the Don's godchildren.
Johnny put his clipboard and yellow pad on the folding chair beside him and got up to
stand beside the piano. He said, "Hey, paisan (земляк –сицилийск.)," and Nino
glanced up and tried to smile. He looked a little sick. Johnny leaned over and rubbed his
shoulder blades. "Relax, kid," he said. "Do a good job today and I'll fix you up with the
best and most famous piece of ass in Hollywood."
Nino took a gulp of whiskey. "Who's that, Lassie?"
Johnny laughed. "No, Deanna Dunn. I guarantee the goods (the goods – требуемые
качества; именно то, что нужно)."
Nino was impressed but couldn't help saying with pseudo-hopefulness, "You can't get
me Lassie?"
The orchestra swung into the opening song of the medley (смесь; попурри). Johnny