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Johnny
was
hurt
that
Nino
should
be
so
downbeat
.
"
You
son
of
a
bitch
,
you
know
you
ca
n't
sing
like
that
.
Do
n't
worry
about
tomorrow
.
I
feel
great
.
"
But
he
did
n't
sing
any
more
that
night
.
He
and
Nino
took
the
girls
to
a
party
and
Tina
spent
the
night
in
his_bed
but
he
was
n't
much
good
there
.
The
girl
was
a
little
disappointed
.
But
what
the
hell
,
you
could
n't
do
everything
all
in
one
day
,
Johnny
thought
.
He
woke
up
in
the
morning
with
a
sense
of
apprehension
,
with
a
vague
terror
that
he
had
dreamed
his
voice
had
come
back
.
Then
when
he
was
sure
it
was
not
a
dream
he
got
scared
that
his
voice
would
be
shot
again
.
He
went
to
the
window
and
hummed
a
bit
,
then
he
went
down
to
the
living
room
still
in
his
pajamas
.
He
picked
out
a
tune
on
the
piano
and
after
a
while
tried
singing
with
it
.
He
sang
mutedly
but
there
was
no
pain
,
no
hoarseness
in
his
throat
,
so
he
turned
it
on
.
The
cords
were
true
.
and
rich
,
he
did
n't
have
to
force
it
at
all
.
Easy
,
easy
,
just
pouring
out
.
Johnny
realized
that
the
bad
time
was
over
,
he
had
it
all
now
.
And
it
did
n't
matter
a
damn
if
he
fell
on
his
face
with
movies
,
it
did
n't
matter
if
he
could
n't
get
it
up
with
Tina
the
night
before
;
it
did
n't
matter
that
Virginia
would
hate
him
being
able
to
sing
again
.
For
a
moment
he
had
just
one
regret
If
only
his
voice
had
come
back
to
him
while
trying
to
sing
for
his
daughters
,
how
lovely
that
would
have
been
.
That
would
have
been
so
lovely
.
The
hotel
nurse
had
come
into
the
room
wheeling
a
cart
loaded
with
medication
.
Johnny
got
up
and
stared
down
at
Nino
,
who
was
sleeping
or
maybe
dying
.
He
knew
Nino
was
n't
jealous
of
his
getting
his
voice
back
.
He
understood
that
Nino
was
only
jealous
because
he
was
so
happy
about
getting
his
voice
back
.
That
he
cared
so
much
about
singing
.
For
what
was
very
obvious
now
was
that
Nino
Valenti
did
n't
care
enough
about
anything
to
make
him
want
to
stay
alive
.
Michael
Corleone
arrived
late
in
the
evening
and
,
by
his
own
order
,
was
not
met
at
the
airport
.
Only
two
men
accompanied
him
:
Tom
Hagen
and
a
new
bodyguard
,
named
Albert
Neri
.
The
most
lavish
suite
of
rooms
in
the
hotel
had
been
set
aside
for
Michael
and
his
party
.
Already
waiting
in
that
suite
were
the
people
it
would
be
necessary
for
Michael
to
see
.
Freddie
greeted
his
brother
with
a
warm
embrace
.
Freddie
was
much
stouter
,
more
benevolent-looking
,
cheerful
,
and
far
more
dandified
.
He
wore
an
exquisitely
tailored
gray
silk
and
accessories
to
match
.
His
hair
was
razor
cut
and
arranged
as
carefully
as
a
movie
star
's
,
his
face
glowed
with
perfect
barbering
and
his
hands
were
manicured
.
He
was
an
altogether
different
man
than
the
one
who
had
been
shipped
out
of
New
York
four
years
before
.
He
leaned
back
and
surveyed
Michael
fondly
.
"
You
look
a
hell
of
a
lot
better
now
that
you
got
your
face
fixed
.
Your
wife
finally
talked
you
into
it
,
huh
?
How
is
Kay
?
When
she
goons
come
out
and
visit
us
out
here
?
"
Michael
smiled
at
his
brother
.
"
You
're
looking
pretty
good
too
.
Kay
would
have
come
out
this
time
,
but
she
's
carrying
another
kid
and
she
has
the
baby
to
look
after
.
Besides
this
is
business
,
Freddie
,
I
have
to
fly
back
tomorrow
night
or
the
morning
after
.
"
"
You
have
to
eat
something
first
,
"
Freddie
said
.
"
We
've
got
a
great
chef
in
the
hotel
,
you
'll
get
the
best
food
you
ever
ate
.
Go
take
your
shower
and
change
and
everything
will
be
set
up
right
here
.
