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The
girl
on
the
other
end
giggled
and
said
,
"
I
'm
a
friend
of
Carlo
's
.
I
just
wanted
to
tell
him
I
ca
n't
see
him
tonight
.
I
have
to
go
out
of
town
.
"
"
You
lousy
bitch
,
"
Connie
Corleone
said
.
She
screamed
it
again
into
the
phone
.
"
You
lousy
tramp
bitch
.
"
There
was
a
click
on
the
other
end
.
Carlo
had
gone
to
the
track
for
that
afternoon
and
when
he
came
home
in
the
late
evening
he
was
sore
at
losing
and
half
drunk
from
the
bottle
he
always
carried
.
As
soon
as
he
stepped
into
the
door
,
Connie
started
screaming
curses
at
him
.
He
ignored
her
and
went
in
to
take
a
shower
.
When
he
came
out
he
dried
his
naked
body
in
front
of
her
and
started
dolling
up
to
go
out
.
Connie
stood
with
hands
on
hips
,
her
face
pointy
and
white
with
rage
.
"
You
're
not
going
anyplace
,
"
she
said
.
"
Your
girl
friend
called
and
said
she
ca
n't
make
it
tonight
.
You
lousy
bastard
,
you
have
the
nerve
to
give
your
whores
my
phone
number
.
I
'll
kill
you
,
you
bastard
.
"
She
rushed
at
him
,
kicking
and
scratching
.
He
held
her
off
with
one
muscular
forearm
.
"
You
're
crazy
,
"
he
said
coldly
.
But
she
could
see
he
was
worried
,
as
if
he
knew
the
crazy
girl
he
was
screwing
would
actually
pull
such
a
stunt
.
"
She
was
kidding
around
,
some
nut
,
"
Carlo
said
.
Connie
ducked
around
his
arm
and
clawed
at
his
face
.
She
got
a
little
bit
of
his
cheek
under
her
fingernails
.
With
surprising
patience
he
pushed
her
away
.
She
noticed
he
was
careful
because
of
her
pregnancy
and
that
gave
her
the
courage
to
feed
her
rage
.
She
was
also
excited
.
Pretty
soon
she
would
n't
be
able
to
do
anything
,
the
doctor
had
said
no
sex
for
the
last
two
months
and
she
wanted
it
,
before
the
last
two
months
started
.
Yet
her
wish
to
inflict
a
physical
injury
on
Carlo
was
very
real
too
.
She
followed
him
into
the
bedroom
.
She
could
see
he
was
scared
and
that
filled
her
with
contemptuous
delight
.
"
You
're
staying
home
,
"
she
said
,
"
you
're
not
going
out
.
"
"
OK
,
OK
,
"
he
said
.
He
was
still
undressed
,
only
wearing
his
shorts
.
He
liked
to
go
around
the
house
like
that
,
he
was
proud
of
his
V-shaped
body
,
the
golden
skin
.
Connie
looked
at
him
hungrily
.
He
tried
to
laugh
.
"
You
gon
na
give
me
something
to
eat
at
least
?
"
That
mollified
her
,
his
calling
on
her
duties
,
one
of
them
at
least
.
She
was
a
good
cook
,
she
had
learned
that
from
her
mother
.
She
sauteed
veal
and
peppers
,
preparing
a
mixed
salad
while
the
pan
simmered
.
Meanwhile
Carlo
stretched
out
on
his
bed
to
read
the
next
day
's
racing
form
.
He
had
a
water
glass
full
of
whiskey
beside
him
which
he
kept
sipping
at
.
