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He
lit
a
cigar
while
the
author
told
him
about
a
specially
interesting
chapter
and
then
finally
said
,
"
Gee
,
I
'd
like
to
read
it
when
you
're
finished
.
How
about
sending
me
a
copy
?
Maybe
I
can
get
you
a
good
deal
for
it
,
better
than
you
got
with
Woltz
.
"
The
eagerness
in
the
author
's
voice
told
him
that
he
had
guessed
right
.
Woltz
had
chiseled
the
guy
,
given
him
peanuts
for
the
book
.
Johnny
mentioned
that
he
might
be
in
New
York
right
after
the
holidays
and
would
the
author
want
to
come
and
have
dinner
with
some
of
his
friends
.
"
I
know
a
few
good-looking
broads
,
"
Johnny
said
jokingly
.
The
author
laughed
and
said
OK
.
Next
Johnny
called
up
the
director
and
cameraman
on
the
film
he
had
just
finished
to
thank
them
for
having
helped
him
in
the
film
.
He
told
them
confidentially
that
he
knew
Woltz
had
been
against
him
and
he
doubly
appreciated
their
help
and
that
if
there
was
ever
anything
he
could
do
for
them
they
should
just
call
.
Then
he
made
the
hardest
call
of
all
,
the
one
to
Jack
Woltz
.
He
thanked
him
for
the
part
in
the
picture
and
told
him
how
happy
he
would
be
to
work
for
him
anytime
.
He
did
this
merely
to
throw
Woltz
off
the
track
.
He
had
always
been
very
square
,
very
straight
.
In
a
few
days
Woltz
would
find
out
about
his
maneuvering
and
be
astounded
by
the
treachery
of
this
call
,
which
was
exactly
what
Johnny
Fontane
wanted
him
to
feel
.
After
that
he
sat
at
the
desk
and
puffed
at
his
cigar
.
There
was
whiskey
on
a
side
table
but
he
had
made
some
sort
of
promise
to
himself
and
Hagen
that
he
would
n't
drink
.
He
should
n't
even
be
smoking
.
It
was
foolish
;
whatever
was
wrong
with
his
voice
probably
would
n't
be
helped
by
knocking
off
drinking
and
smoking
.
Not
too
much
,
but
what
the
hell
,
it
might
help
and
he
wanted
all
the
percentages
with
him
,
now
that
he
had
a
fighting
chance
.
Now
with
the
house
quiet
,
his
divorced
wife
sleeping
,
his
beloved
daughters
sleeping
,
he
could
think
back
to
that
terrible
time
in
his
life
when
he
had
deserted
them
.
Deserted
them
for
a
whore
tramp
of
a
bitch
who
was
his
second
wife
.
But
even
now
he
smiled
at
the
thought
of
her
,
she
was
such
a
lovely
broad
in
so
many
ways
and
,
besides
,
the
only
thing
that
saved
his
life
was
the
day
that
he
had
made
up
his
mind
never
to
hate
a
woman
or
,
more
specifically
,
the
day
he
had
decided
he
could
not
afford
to
hate
his
first
wife
and
his
daughters
,
his
girl
friends
,
his
second
wife
,
and
the
girl
friends
after
that
,
right
up
to
Sharon
Moore
brushing
him
off
so
that
she
could
brag
about
refusing
to
screw
for
the
great
Johnny
Fontane
.
***
He
had
traveled
with
the
band
singing
and
then
he
had
become
a
radio
star
and
a
star
of
the
movie
stage
shows
and
then
he
had
finally
made
it
in
the
movies
.
And
in
all
that
time
he
had
lived
the
way
he
wanted
to
,
screwed
the
women
he
wanted
to
,
but
he
had
never
let
it
affect
his
personal
life
.
Then
he
had
fallen
for
his
soon
to
be
second
wife
,
Margot
Ashton
;
he
had
gone
absolutely
crazy
for
her
.
His
career
had
gone
to
hell
,
his
voice
had
gone
to
hell
,
his
family
life
had
gone
to
hell
.
And
there
had
come
the
day
when
he
was
left
without
anything
.
The
thing
was
,
he
had
always
been
generous
and
fair
.
