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s angry with her。 The hell with it； he'd just tear loose for the weekend and get all the poison out of his system。
Sure enough； everything was fine down in Palm Springs。 Johnny used his own house down there； it was always kept open and staffed this time of year。 The two girls were young enough to be great fun and not too rapacious for some kind of favor。 Some people came over to keep them pany at the pool until suppertime。 Nino went to his room with his girl to get ready for supper and a quick bang while he was still warm from the sun。 Johnny wasn't in the mood； so he sent his girl； a short bandbox blonde named Tina； up to shower by herself。 He never could make love to another woman after he'd had a fight with Virginia。
He went into the glass…walled patio living room that held a piano。 When singing with the band he had fooled around with the piano just for laughs； so he could pick out a song in a fake moonlight…soft ballad style。 He sat down now and hummed along a bit with the piano； very softly； muttering a few words but not really singing。 Before he knew it Tina was in the living room making him a drink and sitting beside him at the piano。 He played a few tunes and she hummed with him。 He left her at the piano and went up to take his shower。 In the shower he sang short phrases； more like speaking。 He got dressed and went back down。 Tina was still alone； Nino was really working his girl over or getting drunk。
Johnny sat down at the piano again while Tina wandered off outside to watch the pool。 He started singing one of his old songs。 There was no burning in his throat。 The tones were ing out muted but with proper body。 He looked at the patio。 Tina was still out there； the glass door was closed； she wouldn't hear him。 For some reason he didn't want anybody to hear him。 He started off fresh on an old ballad that was his favorite。 He sang full out as if he were singing in public； letting himself go； waiting for the familiar burning rasp in his throat but there was none。 He listened to his voice； it was diferent somehow； but he liked it。 It was darker； it was a man's voice； not a kid's； rich he thought； dark rich。 He finished the song easing up and sat there at the piano thinking about it。
Behind him Nino said； 〃Not bad； old buddy； not bad at all。〃
Johnny swiveled his body around。 Nino was standing in the doorway； alone。 His girl wasn't with him。 Johnny was relieved。 He didn't mind Nino hearing him。
〃Yeah；〃 Johnny said。 〃Let's get rid of those two broads。 Send them home。〃
Nino said； 〃You send them home。 They're nice kids； I'm not gonna hurt their feelings。 Besides I just banged mine twice。 How would it look if I sent her away without even giving her dinner？〃 The hell with it； Johnny thought。 Let the girls listen even if he sounded lousy。 He called up a band leader he knew in Palm Springs and asked him to send over a mandolin for Nino。 The band leader protested； 〃Hell； nobody plays a mandolin in California。〃 Johnny yelled； 〃Just get one。〃
The house was loaded with recording equipment and Johnny had the two girls work the turn…off and volumes。 After they had dinner； Johnny went to work。 He had Nino playing the mandolin as acpaniment and sang all his old songs。 He sang them all the way out； not nursing his voice at all。 His throat was fine； he felt that he could sing forever。 In the months he had not been able to sing he had often thought about singing； planned out how he would phrase lyrics differently now than as a kid。 He had sung the songs in his head with more sophisticated variations of emphasis。 Now he was doing it for real。 Sometimes it would go wrong in the actual singing； stuff that had sound good when he heard it just in his head didn't work out when he tried it really singing out loud。 OUT LOUD； he thought。 He wasn't listening to himself now； he was concentrating on performing。 He fumbled a little on timing but that was OK； just rusty。 He had a metronome in his head that would never fail him。 Just a little practice was all he needed。
Finally he stopped singing。 Tina came over to him with eyes shining and gave him a long kiss。 〃Now I know why Mother goes to all your movies；〃 she said。 It was the wrong thing to say at any time except this。 Johnny and Nino laughed。
They played the feedback and now Johnny could really listen to himself。 His voice had changed； changed a hell of a lot but was still unquestionably the voice of Johnny Fontane。 It had bee much richer and darker as he had noticed before but there was also the quality of a man singing rather than a boy。 The voice had more true emotion； more character。 And the technical part of his singing was far superior to anything he had ever done。 It was nothing less than masterful。 And if he was that good now； rusty as hell； how good would he be when he got in shape again？ Johnny grinned at Nino。 〃Is that as good as I think it is？〃
Nino looked at his happy face thoughtfully。 〃It's very damn good；〃 he said。 〃But let's see how you sing tomorrow。〃
Johnny was hurt that Nino should be so downbeat。 〃You son of a bitch； you know you can't sing like that。 Don't worry about tomorrow。 I feel great。〃 But he didn'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 wasn't much good there。 The girl was a little disappointed。 But what the hell； you couldn'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 e 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 didn'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 didn't matter a damn if he fell on his face with movies； it didn't matter if he couldn't get it up with Tina the night before； it didn'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 e back to him while trying to sing for his daughters； how lovely that would have been。 That would have been so lovely。
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The hotel nurse had e 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 wasn'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 didn't care enough about anything to make him want to stay alive。
Chapter 27
Michael Corleone arrived late in the evening and； by his own order； was not met at the airport。 Only two men acpanied 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 hi