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He
was
surprised
.
His
wife
had
never
questioned
him
about
the
clothes
he
had
washed
the
night
he
had
murdered
Fanucci
.
Had
never
asked
him
where
all
the
money
came
from
when
he
was
not
working
.
Even
now
her
face
was
impassive
.
Vito
said
to
Mrs.
Colombo
,
"
I
can
give
you
some
money
to
help
you
move
,
is
that
what
you
want
?
"
The
woman
shook
her
head
,
she
was
in
tears
.
"
All
my
friends
are
here
,
all
the
girls
I
grew
up
with
in
Italy
.
How
can
I
move
to
another
neighborhood
with
strangers
?
I
want
you
to
speak
to
the
landlord
to
let
me
stay
.
"
Vito
nodded
.
"
It
's
done
then
.
You
wo
n't
have
to
move
.
I
'll
speak
to
him
tomorrow
morning
.
"
His
wife
gave
him
a
smile
which
he
did
not
acknowledge
,
but
he
felt
pleased
.
Mrs.
Colombo
looked
a
little
uncertain
.
"
You
're
sure
he
'll
say
yes
,
the
landlord
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Signor
Roberto
?
"
Vito
said
in
a
surprised
voice
.
"
Of
course
he
will
.
He
's
a
good-hearted
fellow
.
Once
I
explain
how
things
are
with
you
he
'll
take
pity
on
your
misfortunes
.
Now
do
n't
let
it
trouble
you
any
more
.
Do
n't
get
so
upset
.
Guard
your
health
,
for
the
sake
of
your
children
.
"
***
The
landlord
,
Mr.
Roberto
,
came
to
the
neighborhood
every
day
to
check
on
the
row
of
five
tenements
that
he
owned
.
He
was
a
padrone
,
a
man
who
sold
Italian
laborers
just
off
the
boat
to
the
big
corporations
.
With
his
profits
he
had
bought
the
tenements
one
by
one
.
An
educated
man
from
the
North
of
Italy
,
he
felt
only
contempt
for
these
illiterate
Southerners
from
Sicily
and
Naples
,
who
swarmed
like
vermin
through
his
buildings
,
who
threw
garbage
down
the
air
shafts
,
who
let
cockroaches
and
rats
eat
away
his
walls
without
lifting
a
hand
to
preserve
his
property
.
He
was
not
a
bad
man
,
he
was
a
good
husband
and
father
,
but
constant
worry
about
his
investments
,
about
the
money
he
earned
,
about
the
inevitable
expenses
that
came
with
being
a
man
of
property
had
worn
his
nerves
to
a
frazzle
so
that
he
was
in
a
constant
state
of
irritation
.
When
Vito
Corleone
stopped
him
on
the
street
to
ask
for
a
word
,
Mr.
Roberto
was
brusque
.
Not
rude
,
since
any
one
of
these
Southerners
might
stick
a
knife
into
you
if
rubbed
the
wrong
way
,
though
this
young
man
looked
like
a
quiet
fellow
.
"
Signor
Roberto
,
"
said
Vito
Corleone
,
"
the
friend
of
my
wife
,
a
poor
widow
with
no
man
to
protect
her
,
tells
me
that
for
some
reason
she
has
been
ordered
to
move
from
her
apartment
in
your
building
.
She
is
in
despair
.
She
has
no
money
,
she
has
no
friends
except
those
that
live
here
.
I
told
her
that
I
would
speak
to
you
,
that
you
are
a
reasonable
man
who
acted
out
of
some
misunderstanding
.
She
has
gotten
rid
of
the
animal
that
caused
all
the
trouble
and
so
why
should
n't
she
stay
?
As
one
Italian
to
another
,
I
ask
you
the
favor
.
"
Signor
Roberto
studied
the
young
man
in
front
of
him
.
He
saw
a
man
of
medium
stature
but
strongly
built
,
a
peasant
but
not
a
bandit
,
though
he
so
laughably
dared
to
call
himself
an
Italian
.
Roberto
shrugged
.
"
I
have
already
rented
the
apartment
to
another
family
for
higher
rent
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
can
not
disappoint
them
for
the
sake
of
your
friend
.
"
