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Connie
came
into
the
bedroom
.
She
stood
in
the
doorway
as
if
she
could
not
come
close
to
the
bed
without
being
invited
.
"
The
food
is
on
the
table
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
'm
not
hungry
yet
,
"
he
said
,
still
reading
the
racing
form
.
"
It
's
on
the
table
,
"
Connie
said
stubbornly
.
"
Stick
it
up
your
ass
,
"
Carlo
said
.
He
drank
off
the
rest
of
the
whiskey
in
the
water
glass
,
tilted
the
bottle
to
fill
it
again
.
He
paid
no
more
attention
to
her
.
Connie
went
into
the
kitchen
,
picked
up
the
plates
filled
with
food
and
smashed
them
against
the
sink
.
The
loud
crashes
brought
Carlo
in
from
the
bedroom
.
He
looked
at
the
greasy
veal
and
peppers
splattered
all
over
the
kitchen
walls
and
his
finicky
neatness
was
outraged
.
"
You
filthy
guinea
spoiled
brat
,
"
he
said
venomously
.
"
Clean
that
up
right
now
or
I
'll
kick
the
shit
out
of
you
.
"
"
Like
hell
I
will
,
"
Connie
said
.
She
held
her
hands
like
claws
ready
to
scratch
his
bare
chest
to
ribbons
.
Carlo
went
back
into
the
bedroom
and
when
he
came
out
he
was
holding
his
belt
doubled
in
his
hand
.
"
Clean
it
up
,
"
he
said
and
there
was
no
mistaking
the
menace
in
his
voice
.
She
stood
there
not
moving
and
he
swung
the
belt
against
her
heavily
padded
hips
,
the
leather
stinging
but
not
really
hurting
.
Connie
retreated
to
the
kitchen
cabinets
and
her
hand
went
into
one
of
the
drawers
to
haul
out
the
long
bread
knife
.
She
held
it
ready
.
Carlo
laughed
.
"
Even
the
female
Corleones
are
murderers
,
"
he
said
.
He
put
the
belt
down
on
the
kitchen
table
and
advanced
toward
her
.
She
tried
a
sudden
lunge
but
her
pregnant
heavy
body
made
her
slow
and
he
eluded
the
thrust
she
aimed
at
his
groin
in
such
deadly
earnest
.
He
disarmed
her
easily
and
then
he
started
to
slap
her
face
with
a
slow
medium-heavy
stroke
so
as
not
to
break
the
skin
.
He
hit
her
again
and
again
as
she
retreated
around
the
kitchen
table
trying
to
escape
him
and
he
pursued
her
into
the
bedroom
.
She
tried
to
bite
his
hand
and
he
grabbed
her
by
the
hair
to
lift
her
head
up
.
He
slapped
her
face
until
she
began
to
weep
like
a
little
girl
,
with
pain
and
humiliation
.
Then
he
threw
her
contemptuously
onto
the
bed
.
He
drank
from
the
bottle
of
whiskey
still
on
the
night
table
.
He
seemed
very
drunk
now
,
his
light
blue
eyes
had
a
crazy
glint
in
them
and
finally
Connie
was
truly
afraid
.
Carlo
straddled
his
legs
apart
and
drank
from
the
bottle
.
