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making love standing up in the foyer of her apartment as if they had to repeat their first
act of love together, and then he would carry her so to the bedroom.
They would lie in bed making love. They would live together in the apartment for
sixteen hours, completely naked. She would cook for him, enormous meals. Somtimes
he would get phone calls obviously about business but she never even listened to the
words. She would be too busy toying with his body, fondling it, kissing it, burying her
mouth in it. Sometimes when he got up to get a drink and he walked by her, she
couldn't help reaching out to touch his naked body, hold him, make love to him as if
those special parts of his body were a plaything, a specially constructed, intricate
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but still surprising ecstasies. At first she had been ashamed of these excesses on her
part but soon saw that they pleased her lover, that her complete sensual enslavement
to his body flattered him. In all this there was an animal innocence. They were happy
together.
When Sonny's father was gunned down in the street, she understood for the first time
that her lover might be in danger. Alone in her apartment, she did not weep, she wailed
aloud, an animal wailing (to wail – вопить, выть). When Sonny did not come to see her
for almost three weeks she subsisted on sleeping pills, liquor and her own anguish
(мука, боль, острая тоска). The pain she felt was physical pain, her body ached. When
he finally did come she held on to his body at almost every moment. After that he came
at least once a week until he was killed.
She learned of his death through the newspaper accounts and that very same night
she took a massive overdose of sleeping pills. For some reason, instead of killing, the
pills made her so ill that she staggered out into the hall of her apartment and collapsed
in front of the elevator door where she was found and taken to the hospital. Her
relationship to Sonny was not generally known so her case received only a few inches
in the tabloid (малоформатная газета со сжатым текстом; бульварная газета)
newspapers.
It was while she was in the hospital that Tom Hagen came to see her and console her.
It was Tom Hagen who arranged a job for her in Las Vegas working in the hotel run by
Sonny's brother Freddie. It was Tom Hagen who told her that she would receive an
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annuity (ежегодная рента ['nju:iti]) from the Corleone Family, that Sonny had made
provisions for her. He had asked her if she was pregnant, as if that were the reason for
her taking the pills and she had told him no. He asked her if Sonny had come to see her
that fatal night or had called that he would come to see her and she told him no, that
Sonny had not called. That she was always home waiting for him when she finished
working. And she had told Hagen the truth. "He's the only man I could ever love," she
said. "I can't love anybody else." She saw him smile a little but he also looked surprised.
"Do you find that so unbelievable?" she asked. "Wasn't he the one who brought you
home when you were a kid?"
"He was a different person," Hagen said, "he grew up to be a different kind of man."
"Not to me," Lucy said. "Maybe to everybody else, but not to me." She was still too
weak to explain how Sonny had never been anything but gentle with her. He'd never
been angry with her, never even irritable or nervous.
Hagen made all the arrangements for her to move to Las Vegas. A rented apartment
was waiting, he took her to the airport himself and he made her promise that if she ever
felt lonely or if things didn't go right, she would call him and he would help her in any
way he could.
Before she got on the plane she asked him hesitantly, "Does Sonny's father know
what you're doing?"
Hagen smiled, "I'm acting for him as well as myself. He's old-fashioned in these things
and he would never go against the legal wife of his son. But he feels that you were just
a young girl and Sonny should have known better. And your taking all those pills shook
everybody up." He didn't explain how incredible it was to a man like the Don that any
person should try suicide.
Now, after nearly eighteen months in Las Vegas, she was surprised to find herself
almost happy. Some nights she dreamed about Sonny and lying awake before dawn
continued her dream with her own caresses until she could sleep again. She had not
had a man since. But the life in Vegas agreed with her. She went swimming in the hotel
pools, sailed on Lake Mead and drove through the desert on her day off. She became
thinner and this improved her figure. She was still voluptuous but more in the American
than the old Italian style. She worked in the public relations section of the hotel as a
receptionist and had nothing to do with Freddie though when he saw her he would stop
and chat a little. She was surprised at the change in Freddie. He had become a ladies'