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He
reached
down
and
grabbed
a
chunk
of
her
pregnant
heavy
thigh
in
his
hand
.
He
squeezed
very
hard
,
hurting
her
and
making
her
beg
for
mercy
.
"
You
're
fat
as
a
pig
,
"
he
said
with
disgust
and
walked
out
of
the
bedroom
.
Thoroughly
frightened
and
cowed
,
she
lay
in
the
bed
,
not
daring
to
see
what
her
husband
was
doing
in
the
other
room
.
Finally
she
rose
and
went
to
the
door
to
peer
into
the
living
room
.
Carlo
had
opened
a
fresh
bottle
of
whiskey
and
was
sprawled
on
the
sofa
.
In
a
little
while
he
would
drink
himself
into
sodden
sleep
and
she
could
sneak
into
the
kitchen
and
call
her
family
in
Long
Beach
.
She
would
tell
her
mother
to
send
someone
out
here
to
get
her
.
She
just
hoped
Sonny
did
n't
answer
the
phone
,
she
knew
it
would
be
best
to
talk
to
Tom
Hagen
or
her
mother
.
It
was
nearly
ten
o'clock
at
night
when
the
kitchen
phone
in
Don
Corleone
's
house
rang
.
It
was
answered
by
one
of
the
Don
's
bodyguards
who
dutifully
turned
the
phone
over
to
Connie
's
mother
.
But
Mrs.
Corleone
could
hardly
understand
what
her
daughter
was
saying
,
the
girl
was
hysterical
yet
trying
to
whisper
so
that
her
husband
in
the
next
room
would
not
hear
her
.
Also
her
face
had
become
swollen
because
of
the
slaps
,
and
her
puffy
lips
thickened
her
speech
.
Mrs.
Corleone
made
a
sign
to
the
bodyguard
that
he
should
call
Sonny
,
who
was
in
the
living
room
with
Tom
Hagen
.
Sonny
came
into
the
kitchen
and
took
the
phone
from
his
mother
.
"
Yeah
,
Connie
,
"
he
said
.
Connie
was
so
frightened
both
of
her
husband
and
of
what
her
brother
would
do
that
her
speech
became
worse
.
She
babbled
,
"
Sonny
,
just
send
a
car
to
bring
me
home
,
I
'll
tell
you
then
,
it
's
nothing
,
Sonny
.
Do
n't
you
come
.
Send
Tom
,
please
,
Sonny
.
It
's
nothing
,
I
just
want
to
come
home
.
"
By
this
time
Hagen
had
come
into
the
room
.
The
Don
was
already
under
a
sedated
sleep
in
the
bedroom
above
and
Hagen
wanted
to
keep
an
eye
on
Sonny
in
all
crises
.
The
two
interior
bodyguards
were
also
in
the
kitchen
.
Everybody
was
watching
Sonny
as
he
listened
on
the
phone
.
There
was
no
question
that
the
violence
in
Sonny
Corleone
's
nature
rose
from
some
deep
mysterious
physical
well
.
As
they
watched
they
could
actually
see
the
blood
rushing
to
his
heavily
corded
neck
,
could
see
the
eyes
film
with
hatred
,
the
separate
features
of
his
face
tightening
,
growing
pinched
,
then
his
face
took
on
the
grayish
hue
of
a
sick
man
fighting
off
some
sort
of
death
,
except
that
the
adrenaline
pumping
through
his
body
made
his
hands
tremble
.
But
his
voice
was
controlled
,
pitched
low
,
as
he
told
his
sister
,
"
You
wait
there
.
You
just
wait
there
.
"
He
hung
up
the
phone
.
He
stood
there
for
a
moment
quite
stunned
with
his
own
rage
,
then
he
said
,
"
The
fucking
sonofabitch
,
the
fucking
sonofabitch
.
"
He
ran
out
of
the
house
.
Hagen
knew
the
look
on
Sonny
's
face
,
all
reasoning
power
had
left
him
.
At
this
moment
Sonny
was
capable
of
anything
.
Hagen
also
knew
that
the
ride
into
the
city
would
cool
Sonny
off
,
make
him
more
rational
.
But
that
rationality
might
make
him
even
more
dangerous
,
though
the
rationality
would
enable
him
to
protect
himself
against
the
consequences
of
his
rage
.
