weaker unless it's corrected by surgery. It's a damn shame that old-fashioned prudery
([‘pru:d∂rı] – излишняя или притворная стыдливость) keeps a lot of doctors from
properly diagnosing and correcting the situation, and a lot of women from complaining
about it."
"Don't talk about it, please don't talk about it," Lucy
said.
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He could see that she was still to some extent ashamed of her secret, embarrassed
by her "ugly defect." Though to his medically trained mind this seemed the height of
silliness, he was sensitive enough to identify with her. It also put him on the right track to
making her feel better.
"OK, I know your secret so now I'll tell you mine," he said. "You always ask me what
I'm doing in this town, one of the youngest and most brilliant surgeons in the East." He
was mocking some newspaper reports about himself. "The truth is that I'm an
abortionist, which in itself is not so bad, so is half the medical profession; but I got
caught. I had a friend, a doctor named Kennedy, we interned (intern – студент
медицинского колледжа или молодой врач, работающий в больнице и живущий
при ней) together, and he's a really straight guy but he said he'd help me. I understand
Tom Hagen had told him if he ever needed help on anything the Corleone Family was
indebted to him. So he spoke to Hagen. The next thing I know the charges were
dropped, but the Medical Association and the Eastern establishment had me black-
listed. So the Corleone Family got me this job out here. I make a good living. I do a job
that has to be done. These show girls are always getting knocked up and aborting them
is the easiest thing in the world if they come to me right away. I curette (кюретка /хир./;
выскабливать кюреткой [kju∂'ret]) 'em like you scrape a frying pan. Freddie Corleone
is a real terror. By my count he's knocked up fifteen girls while I've been here. I've
seriously considered giving him a father-to-son talk about sex. Especially since I've had
to treat him three times for clap (триппер) and once for syphilis. Freddie is the original
bareback (без седла, на неоседланной лошади) rider."
Jules stopped talking. He had been deliberately indiscreet, something he never did, so
that Lucy would know that other people, including someone she knew and feared a little
like Freddie Corleone, also had shameful secrets.
"Think of it as a piece of elastic in your body that has lost its elasticity," Jules said. "By
cutting out a piece, you make it tighter, snappier."
"I'll think about it," Lucy said, but she was sure she was going to go through with it,
she trusted Jules absolutely. Then she thought of something else. "How much will it
cost?"
Jules frowned. "I haven't the facilities here for surgery like that and I'm not the expert
at it. But I have a friend in Los Angeles who's the best in the field and has facilities at
the best hospital. In fact he tightens up all the movie stars, when those dames find out
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that getting their faces and breasts lifted isn't the whole answer to making a man love
them. He owes me a few favors so it won't cost anything. I do his abortions for him.
Listen, if it weren't unethical I'd tell you the names of some of the movie sex queens
who have had the operation."
She was immediately curious. "Oh, come on, tell me," she said. "Come on." It would
be a delicious piece of gossip and one of the things about Jules was that she could
show her feminine love of gossip without him making fun of it.
"I'll tell you if you have dinner with me and spend the night with me," Jules said. "We
have a lot of lost time to make up for because of your silliness."
Lucy felt an overwhelming affection to him for being so kind and she was able to say,
"You don't have to sleep with me, you know you won't enjoy it the way I am now."
Jules burst out laughing. "You dope, you incredible dope. Didn't you ever hear of any
other way of making love, far more ancient, far more civilized. Are you really that
innocent?"
"Oh that," she said.
"Oh that," he mimicked her. "Nice girls don't do that, manly men don't do that. Even in
the year 1948. Well, baby, I can take you to the house of a little old lady right here in
Las Vegas who was the youngest madam of the most popular whorehouse in the wild
west days, back in 1880, I think it was. She likes to talk about the old days. You know
what she told me? That those gunslingers (стрелки; агрессивные ребята; to sling –
швырять; метать из пращи; sling – праща; рогатка), those manly, virile, straight-
shooting cowboys would always ask the girls for a 'French,' what we doctors call fellatio,
what you call 'oh that.' Did you ever think of doing 'oh that' with your beloved Sonny?"
For the first time she truly surprised him. She turned on him with what he could think
of only as a Mona Lisa smile (his scientific mind immediately darting off on a tangent
(отклонился в сторону; tangent ['tжndG∂nt] – касательная; тангенс), could this be the
solving of that centuries-old mystery?) and said quietly, "I did everything with Sonny." It