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He
put
on
the
same
one
he
had
used
during
the
day
.
He
called
the
funeral
parlor
and
told
his
assistant
to
stay
with
the
bereaved
family
using
the
front
parlor
that
night
.
He
himself
would
be
busy
in
the
laboratory
working
area
of
the
building
.
When
the
assistant
started
asking
question
Bonesera
cut
him
off
very
curtly
and
told
him
to
follow
orders
exactly
.
He
put
on
his
suit
jacket
and
his
wife
,
still
eating
,
looked
up
at
him
in
surprise
.
"
I
have
work
to
do
,
"
he
said
and
she
did
not
dare
question
him
because
of
the
look
on
his
face
.
Bonasera
went
out
of
the
house
and
walked
the
few
blocks
to
his
funeral
parlor
.
This
building
stood
by
itself
on
a
large
lot
with
a
white
picket
fence
running
all
around
it
.
There
was
a
narrow
roadway
leading
from
the
street
to
the
rear
,
just
wide
enough
for
ambulances
and
hearses
.
Bonasera
unlocked
the
gate
and
left
it
open
.
Then
he
walked
to
the
rear
of
the
building
and
entered
it
through
the
wide
door
there
.
As
he
did
so
he
could
see
mourners
already
entering
the
front
door
of
the
funeral
parlor
to
pay
their
respects
to
the
current
corpse
.
Many
years
ago
when
Bonasgra
had
bought
this
building
from
an
undertaker
planning
to
retire
,
there
had
been
a
stoop
of
about
ten
steps
that
mourners
had
to
mount
before
entering
the
funeral
parlor
.
This
had
posed
a
problem
.
Old
and
crippled
mourners
determined
to
pay
their
respects
had
found
the
steps
almost
impossible
to
mount
,
so
the
former
undertaker
had
used
the
freight
elevator
for
these
people
,
a
small
metal
platform
,
that
rose
out
of
the
ground
beside
the
building
.
The
elevator
was
for
coffins
and
bodies
.
It
would
descend
underground
,
then
rise
into
the
funeral
parlor
itself
,
so
that
a
crippled
mourner
would
find
himself
rising
through
the
floor
beside
the
coffin
as
other
mourners
moved
their
black
chairs
aside
to
let
the
elevator
rise
throngh
the
trapdoor
.
Then
when
the
crippled
or
aged
mourner
had
finished
paying
his
respects
,
the
elevator
would
again
come
up
through
the
polished
floor
to
take
him
down
and
out
again
.
Amerigo
Bonasera
had
found
this
solution
to
the
problem
upseernly
and
penny-pinching
.
So
he
had
had
the
front
of
the
building
remodeled
,
the
stoop
done
away
with
and
a
slightly
inclining
walk
put
in
its
place
.
But
of
course
the
elevator
was
still
used
for
coffins
and
corpses
.
In
the
rear
of
the
building
,
cut
off
from
the
funeral
parlor
and
reception
rooms
by
a
massive
soundproof
door
,
was
the
business
office
,
the
embalming
room
,
a
storeroom
for
coffins
,
and
a
carefully
locked
closet
holding
chemicals
and
the
awful
tools
of
his
trade
.
Bonasera
went
to
the
office
,
sat
at
his
desk
and
lit
up
a
Camel
,
,
one
of
the
few
times
he
had
ever
smoked
in
this
building
.
Then
he
waited
for
Don
Corleone
.
He
waited
with
a
feeling
of
the
utmost
despair
.
For
,
he
had
no
doubt
as
to
what
services
he
would
be
called
upon
to
perform
.
For
the
last
year
the
Corleone
Family
had
waged
war
against
the
five
great
Mafia
Families
of
New
York
and
the
carnage
had
filled
the
newspapers
.
Many
men
on
both
sides
had
been
killed
.
Now
the
Corleone
Family
had
killed
somebody
so
important
that
they
wished
to
hide
his
body
,
make
it
disappear
,
and
what
better
way
than
to
have
it
officially
buried
by
a
registered
undertaker
?
And
Amerigo
Bonasera
had
no
illusions
about
the
act
he
was
to
commit
.
He
would
be
an
accessory
to
murder
.
If
it
came
out
,
he
would
spend
years
in
jail
.
His
daughter
and
wife
would
be
disgraced
,
his
good
name
,
the
respected
name
of
Amerigo
Bonasera
,
dragged
through
the
bloody
,
mud
of
the
Mafia
war
.
He
indulged
himself
by
smoking
another
Camel
.
And
then
he
thought
of
something
even
more
terrifying
.
When
the
other
Mafia
Families
found
out
that
he
had
aided
the
Corleones
they
would
treat
him
as
an
enemy
.
They
would
murder
him
.
And
now
he
cursed
the
day
he
had
gone
to
the
Godfather
and
begged
for
his
vengeance
.
He
cursed
the
day
his
wife
and
the
wife
of
Don
Corleone
had
become
friends
.
He
cursed
his
daughter
and
America
and
his
own
success
.
And
then
his
optimism
returned
.
It
could
all
go
well
.
Don
Corleone
was
a
clever
man
.
Certainly
everything
had
been
arranged
to
keep
the
secret
.
He
had
only
to
keep
his
nerve
.
For
of
course
the
one
thing
more
fatal
than
any
other
was
to
earn
the
Don
's
displeasure
.
