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           I’mafraidyoucan’thelpmeinthat."

           Michaelnoddedabsentmindedly."Sure,you’reright.Butsomefriendsofmine,prettywell-knownpeople,aregoingtobuildabighospitalforLasVegas.Thetownwillneeditthewayit’sgrowingandthewayit’sprojectedtogrow.Maybethey’llletyouintotheoperatingroomifit’sputtothemright.Hell,howmanysurgeonsasgoodasyoucantheygettocomeouttothisdesert?Oranyhalfasgood?We’llbedoingthehospitalafavor.Sostickaround.IhearyouandLucyaregoingtogetmarried?"

           Julesshrugged."WhenIseethatIhaveanyfuture."

           Lucysaidwryly,"Mike,ifyoudon’tbuildthathospital,I’lldieanoldmaid."

           Theyalllaughed.AllexceptJules.HesaidtoMichael,"IfItookajoblikethattherecouldn’tbeanystringsattached."

           Michaelsaidcoldly,"Nostrings.IjustoweyouandIwanttoevenout."

           Lucysaidgently,"Mike,don’tgetsore."

           Michaelsmiledather."I’mnotsore."HeturnedtoJules."Thatwasadumbthingforyoutosay.TheCorleoneFamilyhaspulledsomestringsforyou.DoyouthinkI’msostupidI’daskyoutodothingsyou’dhatetodo?ButifIdid,sowhat?Whothehellelseeverliftedafingertohelpyouwhenyouwereintrouble?WhenIheardyouwantedtogetbacktobeingarealsurgeon,ItookalotoftimetofindoutifIcouldhelp.Ican.I’mnotaskingyouforanything.Butatleastyoucanconsiderourrelationshipfriendly,andIassumeyouwoulddoformewhatyou’ddoforanygoodfriend.