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those little tramps," she said. "She must have thought that was the way to get you
interested in her," And Johnny realized with amusement that Ginny was actually angry
with the girl who had turned him down.
"Ah, what the hell," he said. "I'm tired of that stuff. I have to grow up sometime. And
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now that I can't sing anymore I guess I'll have a tough time with dames. I never got in on
my looks, you know."
She said loyally, "You were always better looking than you photographed."
Johnny shook his head. "I'm getting fat and I'm getting bald. Hell, if this picture doesn't
make me big again I better learn how to bake pizzas. Or maybe we'll put you in the
movies, you look great."
She looked thirty-five, A good thirty-five, but thirty-five. And out here in Hollywood that
might as well be a hundred. The young beautiful girls thronged through the city like
lemmings (лемминг,
beautiful they could make a man's heart almost stop beating until they opened their
mouths, until the greedy hopes for success clouded the loveliness of their eyes.
Ordinary women could never hope to compete with them on a physical level. And you
could talk all you wanted to about charm, about intelligence, about chic, about poise, the
raw beauty of these girls overpowered everything else. Perhaps if there were not so
many of them there might be a chance for an ordinary, nice-looking woman. And since
Johnny Fontane could have all of them, or nearly all of them, Ginny knew that he was
saying all this just to flatter her. He had always been nice that way. He had always been
polite to women even at the height of his fame, paying them compliments, holding lights
for their cigarettes, opening doors. And since all this was usually done for him, it made it
even more impressive to the girls he went out with. And he did it with all girls, even the
one-night stands, I-don't-know-your-name girls.
She smiled at him, a friendly smile. "You already made me, Johnny, remember? For
twelve years. You don't have to give me your line."
He sighed and stretched out on the sofa. "No kidding, Ginny, you look good. I wish I
looked that good."
She didn't answer him. She could see he was depressed. "Do you think the picture is
OK? Will it do you some good?" she asked.
Johnny nodded. "Yeah. It could bring me all the way back. If I get the Academy thing
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and play my cards right, I can make it big again even without the singing. Then maybe I
can give you and the kids more dough (тесто;
"We have more than enough," Ginny said.
"I wanta see more of the kids too," Johnny said. "I want to settle down a little bit. Why
can't I come every Friday night for dinner here? I swear I'll never miss one Friday, I don't
care how far away I am or how busy I am. And then whenever I can I'll spend weekends
or maybe the kids can spend some part of their vacations with me."
Ginny put an ashtray on his chest. "It's OK with me," she said. "I never got married
because I wanted you to keep being their father." She said this without any kind of
emotion, but Johnny Fontane, staring up at the ceiling, knew she said it as an
atonement (компенсация, возмещение) for those other things, the cruel things she had
once said to him when their marriage had broken up, when his career had started going
down the drain (дренажная канава, водосток, канализация).
"By the way, guess who called me," she said.
Johnny wouldn't play that game, he never did. "Who?" he asked.
Ginny said, "You could take at least one lousy guess." Johnny didn't answer. "Your
Godfather," she said.
Johnny was really surprised. "He never talks to anybody on the phone. What did he
say to you?"
"He told me to help you," Ginny said. "He said you could be as big as you ever were,
that you were on your way back, but that you needed people to believe in you. I asked
him why should I? And he said because you're the father of my children. He's such a
sweet old guy and they tell such horrible stories about him."
Virginia hated phones and she had had all the extensions (удлинение, расширение;
удлинитель, добавочный телефон) taken out except for the one in her bedroom and
one in the kitchen. Now they could hear the kitchen phone ringing. She went to answer
it. When she came back into the living room there was a look of surprise on her face.
"It's for you, Johnny," she said. "It's Tom Hagen. He says it's important."
Johnny went into the kitchen and picked up the phone. "Yeah, Tom," he said.
Tom Hagen's voice was cool. "Johnny, the Godfather wants me to come out and see
you and set some things up that can help you out now that the picture is finished. He