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man, dressed beautifully, and seemed to have a real flair (чутье) for running a gambling
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resort. He controlled the hotel side, something not usually done by casino owners. With
the long, very hot summer seasons, or perhaps his more active sex life, he too had
become thinner and Hollywood tailoring made him look almost debonair
(жизнерадостный, веселый [deb’n]) in a deadly sort of way.
It was after six months that Tom Hagen came out to see how she was doing. She had
been receiving a check for six hundred dollars a month, every month, in addition to her
salary. Hagen explained that this money had to be shown as coming from some place
and asked her to sign complete powers of attorney so that he could channel the money
properly. He also told her that as a matter of form she would be listed as owner of five
"points" in the hotel in which she worked. She would have to go through all the legal
formalities required by the Nevada laws but everything would be taken care of for her
and her own personal inconvenience would be at a minimum. However she was not to
discuss this arrangement with anyone without his consent. She would be protected
legally in every way and her money every month would be assured. If the authorities or
any law-enforcement (enforcement –
agencies ever questioned her, she was to simply refer them to her lawyer and she
would not be bothered any further.
Lucy agreed. She understood what was happening but had no objections to how she
was being used. It seemed a reasonable favor. But when Hagen asked her to keep her
eyes open around the hotel, keep an eye on Freddie and on Freddie's boss, the man
who owned and operated the hotel, as a major stockholder (акционер), she said to him,
"Oh, Tom, you don't want me to spy on Freddie?"
Hagen smiled. "His father worries about Freddie. He's in fast company with Moe
Greene and we just want to make sure he doesn't get into any trouble." He didn't bother
to explain to her that the Don had backed the building of this hotel in the desert of Las
Vegas not only to supply a haven for his son, but to get a foot in the door for bigger
operations.
It was shortly after this interview that Dr. Jules Segal came to work as the hotel
physician. He was very thin, very handsome and charming and seemed very young to
be a doctor, at least to Lucy. She met him when a lump (опухоль, шишка) grew above
her wrist on her forearm. She worried about it for a few days, then one morning went to
the doctor's suite of offices in the hotel. Two of the show girls from the chorus line were
in the waiting room, gossiping with each other. They had the blond peach-colored
prettiness Lucy always envied. They looked angelic. But one of the girls was saying, "I
swear if I have another dose I'm giving up dancing."
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When Dr. Jules Segal opened his office door to motion one of the show girls inside,
Lucy was tempted to leave, and if it had been something more personal and serious she
would have. Dr. Segal was wearing slacks (широкие
horn-rimmed glasses helped and his quiet reserved manner, but the impression he gave
was an informal one, and like many basically old-fashioned people, Lucy didn't believe
that medicine and informality mixed.
When she finally got into his office there was something so reassuring in his manner
that all her misgivings fled. He spoke hardly at all and yet he was not brusque, and he
took his time. When she asked him what the lump was he patiently explained that it was
a quite common fibrous (волокнистый, фиброзный ['faibrs]) growth that could in no
way be malignant (злокачественный [m’lignnt]) or a cause for serious concern. He
picked up a heavy medical book and said, "Hold out your arm."
She held out her arm tentatively (неуверенно; tentative ['tenttiv] – пробный,
опытный). He smiled at her for the first time. "I'm going to cheat myself out of a surgical
fee," he said. "I'll just smash it with this book and it will flatten out. It may pop up again
but if I remove it surgically, you'll be out of money and have to wear bandages and all
that. OK?"
She smiled at him. For some reason she had an absolute trust in him. "OK," she said.
In the next instant she let out a yell as he brought down the heavy medical volume on
her forearm. The lump had flattened out, almost.
"Did it hurt that much?" he asked.
"No," she said. She watched him completing her case history card. "Is that all?"
He nodded, not paying any more attention to her. She left.
A week later he saw her in the coffee shop and sat next to her at the counter. "How's
the arm?" he asked.
She smiled at him. "Fine," she said. "You're pretty unorthodox but you're pretty good."
He grinned at her. "You don't know how unorthodox I am. And I didn't know how rich
you were. The Vegas Sun just published the list of point owners in the hotel and Lucy