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Nino
began
strumming
on
the
mandolin
.
Johnny
Fontane
put
his
hand
on
Nino
's
shoulder
.
"
This
is
for
the
bride
,
"
he
said
,
and
stamping
his
foot
,
chanted
the
words
to
an
obscene
Sicilian
love
song
.
As
he
sang
,
Nino
made
suggestive
motions
with
his
body
.
The
bride
blushed
proudly
,
the
throng
of
guests
roared
its
approval
.
Before
the
song
ended
they
were
all
stamping
with
their
feet
and
roaring
out
the
sly
,
double-meaning
tag
line
that
finished
each
stanza
.
At
the
end
they
would
not
stop
applauding
until
Johnny
cleared
his
throat
to
sing
another
song
.
They
were
all
proud
of
him
.
He
was
of
them
and
he
had
become
a
famous
singer
,
a
movie
star
who
slept
with
the
most
desired
women
in
the
world
.
And
yet
he
had
shown
proper
respect
for
his
Godfather
by
traveling
three
thousand
miles
to
attend
this
wedding
.
He
still
loved
old
friends
like
Nino
Valenti
.
Many
of
the
people
there
had
seen
Johnny
and
Nino
singing
together
when
they
were
just
boys
,
when
no
one
dreamed
that
Johnny
Fontane
would
grow
up
to
hold
the
hearts
of
fifty
million
women
in
his
hands
.
Johnny
Fontane
reached
down
and
lifted
the
bride
up
onto
the
bandstand
so
that
Connie
stood
between
him
and
Nino
.
Both
men
crouched
down
,
facing
each
other
,
Nino
plucking
the
mandolin
for
a
few
harsh
chords
.
It
was
an
old
routine
of
theirs
,
a
mock
battle
and
wooing
,
using
their
voices
like
swords
,
each
shouting
a
chorus
in
turn
.
With
the
most
delicate
courtesy
,
Johnny
let
Nino
's
voice
overwhelm
his
own
,
let
Nino
take
the
bride
from
his
arm
,
let
Nino
swing
into
the
last
victorious
stanza
while
his
own
voice
died
away
.
The
whole
wedding
party
broke
into
shouts
of
applause
,
the
three
of
them
embraced
each
other
at
the
end
.
The
guests
begged
for
another
song
.
Only
Don
Corleone
,
standing
in
the
corner
entrance
of
the
house
,
sensed
something
amiss
.
Cheerily
,
with
bluff
good
humor
,
careful
not
to
give
offense
to
his
guests
,
he
called
out
,
"
My
godson
has
come
three
thousand
miles
to
do
us
honor
and
no
one
thinks
to
wet
his
throat
?
"
At
once
a
dozen
full
wineglasses
were
thrust
at
Johnny
Fontane
.
He
took
a
sip
from
all
and
rushed
to
embrace
his
Godfather
.
As
he
did
so
he
whispered
something
into
the
older
man
's
ear
.
Don
Corleone
led
him
into
the
house
.
Tom
Hagen
held
out
his
hand
when
Johnny
came
into
the
room
.
Johnny
shook
it
and
said
,
"
How
are
you
,
Tom
?
"
But
without
his
usual
charm
that
consisted
of
a
genuine
warmth
for
people
.
Hagen
was
a
little
hurt
by
this
coolness
but
shrugged
it
off
.
It
was
one
of
the
penalties
for
being
the
Don
's
hatchet
man
.
Johnny
Fontane
said
to
the
Don
,
"
When
I
got
the
wedding
invitation
I
said
to
myself
,
'
My
Godfather
is
n't
mad
at
me
anymore
.
'
I
called
you
five
times
after
my
divorce
and
Tom
always
told
me
you
were
out
or
busy
so
I
knew
you
were
sore
.
"
Don
Corleone
was
filling
glasses
from
the
yellow
bottle
of
Strega
.
"
That
's
all
forgotten
.
Now
.
Can
I
do
something
for
you
still
?
You
're
not
too
famous
,
too
rich
,
that
I
ca
n't
help
you
?
"
Johnny
gulped
down
the
yellow
fiery
liquid
and
held
out
his
glass
to
be
refilled
.
He
tried
to
sound
jaunty
.
"
I
'm
not
rich
,
Godfather
.
I
'm
going
down
.
You
were
right
.
I
should
never
have
left
my
wife
and
kids
for
that
tramp
I
married
.
I
do
n't
blame
you
for
getting
sore
at
me
.
"
The
Don
shrugged
.
"
I
worried
about
you
,
you
're
my
godson
,
that
's
all
.
"
Johnny
paced
up
and
down
the
room
.
"
I
was
crazy
about
that
bitch
.
The
biggest
star
in
Hollywood
.
She
looks
like
an
angel
.
And
you
know
what
she
does
after
a
picture
?
If
the
makeup
man
does
a
good
job
on
her
face
,
she
lets
him
bang
her
.
If
the
cameraman
made
her
look
extra
good
,
she
brings
him
into
her
dressing
room
and
gives
him
a
screw
.
Anybody
.
She
uses
her
body
like
I
use
the
loose
change
in
my
pocket
for
a
tip
.
A
whore
made
for
the
devil
.
"
