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Carlo
Rizzi
was
punk
sore
at
the
world
.
Once
married
into
the
Corleone
Family
,
he
'd
been
shunted
aside
with
a
small
bookmaker
's
business
on
the
Upper
East
Side
of
Manhattan
.
He
'd
counted
on
one
of
the
houses
in
the
mall
on
Long
Beach
,
he
knew
the
Don
could
move
retainer
families
out
when
he
pleased
and
he
had
been
sure
it
would
happen
and
he
would
be
on
the
inside
of
everything
.
But
the
Don
was
n't
treating
him
right
.
The
"
Great
Don
,
"
he
thought
with
scorn
.
An
old
Moustache
Pete
who
'd
been
caught
out
on
the
street
by
gunmen
like
any
dumb
small-time
hood
.
He
hoped
the
old
bastard
croaked
.
Sonny
had
been
his
friend
once
and
if
Sonny
became
the
head
of
the
Family
maybe
he
'd
get
a
break
,
get
on
the
inside
.
He
watched
his
wife
pour
his
coffee
.
Christ
,
what
a
mess
she
turned
out
to
be
.
Five
months
of
marriage
and
she
was
already
spreading
,
besides
blowing
up
.
Real
guinea
broads
all
these
Italians
in
the
East
.
He
reached
out
and
felt
Connie
's
soft
spreading
buttocks
.
She
smiled
at
him
and
he
said
contemptuously
,
"
You
got
more
ham
than
a
hog
.
"
It
pleased
him
to
see
the
hurt
look
on
her
face
,
the
tears
springing
into
her
eyes
.
She
might
be
a
daughter
of
the
Great
Don
but
she
was
his
wife
,
she
was
his
property
now
and
he
could
treat
her
as
he
pleased
.
It
made
him
feel
powerful
that
one
of
the
Corleones
was
his
doormat
.
He
had
started
her
off
just
right
.
She
had
tried
to
keep
that
purse
full
of
money
presents
for
herself
and
he
had
given
her
a
nice
black
eye
and
taken
the
money
from
her
.
Never
told
her
what
he
'd
done
with
it
,
either
.
That
might
have
really
caused
some
trouble
.
Even
now
he
felt
just
the
slightest
twinge
of
remorse
.
Christ
,
he
'd
blown
nearly
fifteen
grand
on
the
track
and
show
girl
bimbos
.
He
could
feel
Connie
watching
his
back
and
so
he
flexed
his
muscles
as
he
reached
for
the
plate
of
sweet
buns
on
the
other
side
of
the
table
.
He
'd
just
polished
off
ham
and
eggs
but
he
was
a
big
man
and
needed
a
big
breakfast
.
He
was
pleased
with
the
picture
he
knew
he
presented
to
his
wife
.
Not
the
usual
greasy
dark
guinzo
husband
but
crew-cut
blond
,
huge
golden-haired
forearms
and
broad
shoulders
and
thin
waist
.
And
he
knew
he
was
physically
stronger
than
any
of
those
so-called
hard
guys
that
worked
for
the
family
.
Guys
like
Clemenza
,
Tessio
,
Rocco
Lampone
,
and
that
guy
Paulie
that
somebody
had
knocked
off
.
He
wondered
what
the
story
was
about
that
.
Then
for
some
reason
he
thought
about
Sonny
.
Man
to
man
he
could
take
Sonny
,
he
thought
,
even
though
Sonny
was
a
little
bigger
and
a
little
heavier
.
But
what
scared
him
was
Sonny
's
rep
,
though
he
himself
had
never
seen
Sonny
anything
but
good-natured
and
kidding
around
.
Yeah
,
Sonny
was
his
buddy
.
Maybe
with
the
old
Don
gone
,
things
would
open
up
.
He
dawdled
over
his
coffee
.
He
hated
this
apartment
.
He
was
used
to
the
bigger
living
quarters
of
the
West
and
in
a
little
while
he
would
have
to
go
crosstown
to
his
"
book
"
to
run
the
noontime
action
.
It
was
a
Sunday
,
the
heaviest
action
of
the
week
,
what
with
baseball
going
already
and
the
tail
end
of
basketball
and
the
night
trotters
starting
up
.
Gradually
he
became
aware
of
Connie
bustling
around
behind
him
and
he
turned
his
head
to
watch
her
.
She
was
getting
dressed
up
in
the
real
New
York
City
guinzo
style
that
he
hated
.
A
silk
flowered-pattern
dress
with
belt
,
showy
bracelet
and
earrings
,
flouncy
sleeves
.
She
looked
twenty
years
older
.
"
Where
the
hell
are
you
going
?
"
he
asked
.
She
,
answered
him
coldly
,
"
To
see
my
father
out
in
Long
Beach
.
He
still
ca
n't
get
out
of
bed
and
he
needs
company
.
"
