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Carlo
was
curious
.
"
Is
Sonny
still
running
the
show
?
"
Connie
gave
him
a
bland
look
.
"
What
show
?
"
He
was
furious
.
"
You
lousy
little
guinea
bitch
,
do
n't
talk
to
me
like
that
or
I
'll
beat
that
kid
right
out
of
your
belly
.
"
She
looked
frightened
and
this
enraged
him
even
more
.
He
sprang
from
his
chair
and
slapped
her
across
the
face
,
the
blow
leaving
a
red
welt
.
With
quick
precision
he
slapped
her
three
more
times
.
He
saw
her
upper
lip
split
bloody
and
puff
up
.
That
stopped
him
.
He
did
n't
want
to
leave
a
mark
.
She
ran
into
the
bedroom
and
slammed
the
door
and
he
heard
the
key
turning
in
the
lock
.
He
laughed
and
returned
to
his
coffee
.
He
smoked
until
it
was
time
for
him
to
dress
.
He
knocked
on
the
door
and
said
,
"
Open
it
up
before
I
kick
it
in
.
"
There
was
no
answer
.
"
Come
on
,
I
got
ta
get
dressed
,
"
he
said
in
a
loud
voice
.
He
could
hear
her
getting
up
off
the
bed
and
coming
toward
the
door
,
then
the
key
turned
in
the
lock
.
When
he
entered
she
had
her
back
to
him
,
walking
back
toward
the
bed
,
lying
down
on
it
with
her
face
turned
away
to
the
wall
.
He
dressed
quickly
and
then
saw
she
was
in
her
slip
.
He
wanted
her
to
go
visit
her
father
,
he
hoped
she
would
bring
back
information
.
"
What
's
the
matter
,
a
few
slaps
take
all
the
energy
out
of
you
?
"
She
was
a
lazy
slut
.
"
I
do
n't
wan
na
go
.
"
Her
voice
was
tearful
,
the
words
mumbled
.
He
reached
out
impatiently
and
pulled
her
around
to
face
him
.
And
then
he
saw
why
she
did
n't
want
to
go
and
thought
maybe
it
was
just
as
well
.
He
must
have
slapped
her
harder
than
he
figured
.
Her
left
cheek
was
blown
up
,
the
cut
upper
lip
ballooned
grotesquely
puffy
and
white
beneath
her
nose
.
"
OK
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
I
wo
n't
be
home
until
late
.
Sunday
is
my
busy
day
.
"
He
left
the
apartment
and
found
a
parking
ticket
on
his
car
,
a
fifteen-dollar
green
one
.
He
put
it
in
the
glove
compartment
with
the
stack
of
others
.
He
was
in
a
good
humor
.
Slapping
the
spoiled
little
bitch
around
always
made
him
feel
good
.
It
dissolved
some
of
the
frustration
he
felt
at
being
treated
so
badly
by
the
Corleones
.
The
first
time
he
had
marked
her
up
,
he
'd
been
a
little
worried
.
She
had
gone
right
out
to
Long
Beach
to
complain
to
her
mother
and
father
and
to
show
her
black
eye
.
He
had
really
sweated
it
out
.
But
when
she
came
back
she
had
been
surprisingly
meek
,
the
dutiful
little
Italian
wife
.
He
had
made
it
a
point
to
be
the
perfect
husband
over
the
next
few
weeks
,
treating
her
well
in
every
way
,
being
lovey
and
nice
with
her
,
banging
her
every
day
,
morning
and
night
.
Finally
she
had
told
him
what
had
happened
since
she
thought
he
would
never
act
that
way
again
.
She
had
found
her
parents
coolly
unsympathetic
and
curiously
amused
.
Her
mother
had
had
a
little
sympathy
and
had
even
asked
her
father
to
speak
to
Carlo
Rizzi
.
Her
father
had
refused
.
"
She
is
my
daughter
,
"
he
had
said
,
"
but
now
she
belongs
to
her
husband
.
He
knows
his
duties
.
Even
the
King
of
Italy
did
n't
dare
to
meddle
with
the
relationship
of
husband
and
wife
.
Go
home
and
learn
how
to
behave
so
that
he
will
not
beat
you
.
"
