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A
line
began
to
form
in
front
of
the
two
writers
.
When
a
writer
filled
one
of
his
sheets
he
tore
it
off
,
wrapped
the
money
he
had
collected
in
it
and
handed
it
to
Carlo
.
Carlo
went
out
the
back
exit
of
the
room
and
up
a
flight
of
steps
to
an
apartment
which
housed
the
candy
store
owner
's
family
.
He
called
in
the
bets
to
his
central
exchange
and
put
the
money
in
a
small
wall
safe
that
was
hidden
by
an
extended
window
drape
.
Then
he
went
back
down
into
the
candy
store
after
having
first
burned
the
bet
sheet
and
flushed
its
ashes
down
the
toilet
bowl
.
None
of
the
Sunday
games
started
before
two
P.
M.
because
of
the
blue
laws
,
so
after
the
first
crowd
of
bettors
,
family
men
who
had
to
get
their
bets
in
and
rush
home
to
take
their
families
to
the
beach
,
came
the
trickling
of
bachelor
gamblers
or
the
diehards
who
condemned
their
families
to
Sundays
in
the
hot
city
apartments
.
These
bachelor
bettors
were
the
big
gamblers
,
they
bet
heavier
and
came
back
around
four
o'clock
to
bet
the
second
games
of
doubleheaders
.
They
were
the
ones
who
made
Carlo
's
Sundays
a
full-time
day
with
overtime
,
though
some
married
men
called
in
from
the
beach
to
try
and
recoup
their
losses
.
By
one-thirty
the
betting
had
trickled
off
so
that
Carlo
and
Sally
Rags
could
go
out
and
sit
on
the
stoop
beside
the
candy
store
and
get
some
fresh
air
.
They
watched
the
stickball
game
the
kids
were
having
.
A
police
car
went
by
.
They
ignored
it
.
This
book
had
very
heavy
protection
at
the
precinct
and
could
n't
be
touched
on
a
local
level
.
A
raid
would
have
to
be
ordered
from
the
very
top
and
even
then
a
warning
would
come
through
in
plenty
of
time
.
Coach
came
out
and
sat
beside
them
.
They
gossiped
a
while
about
baseball
and
women
.
Carlo
said
laughingly
,
"
I
had
to
bat
my
wife
around
again
today
,
teach
her
who
's
boss
.
"
Coach
said
casually
,
"
She
's
knocked
up
pretty
big
now
,
ai
n't
she
?
"
"
Ahh
,
I
just
slapped
her
face
a
few
times
,
"
Carlo
said
.
"
I
did
n't
hurt
her
.
"
He
brooded
for
a
moment
.
"
She
thinks
she
can
boss
me
around
,
I
do
n't
stand
for
that
.
"
There
were
still
a
few
bettors
hanging
around
shooting
the
breeze
,
talking
baseball
,
some
of
them
sitting
on
the
steps
above
the
two
writers
and
Carlo
.
Suddenly
the
kids
playing
stickball
in
the
street
scattered
.
A
car
came
screeching
up
the
block
and
to
a
halt
in
front
of
the
candy
store
.
It
stopped
so
abruptly
that
the
tires
screamed
and
before
it
had
stopped
,
almost
,
a
man
came
hurtling
out
of
the
driver
's
seat
,
moving
so
fast
that
everybody
was
paralyzed
.
The
man
was
Sonny
Corleone
.
His
heavy
Cupid-featured
face
with
its
thick
,
curved
mouth
was
an
ugly
mask
of
fury
.
In
a
split
second
he
was
at
the
stoop
and
had
grabbed
Carlo
Rizzi
by
the
throat
.
He
pulled
Carlo
away
from
the
others
,
trying
to
drag
him
into
the
street
,
but
Carlo
wrapped
his
huge
muscular
arms
around
the
iron
railings
of
the
stoop
and
hung
on
.
He
cringed
away
,
trying
to
hide
his
head
and
face
in
the
hollow
of
his
shoulders
.
His
shirt
ripped
away
in
Sonny
's
hand
.
