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The
cafe
owner
looked
at
Michael
with
new
interest
.
The
cracked
face
had
seemed
quite
ordinary
to
him
before
,
not
worth
a
second
glance
.
But
a
man
hit
with
the
thunderbolt
was
another
matter
.
"
You
had
better
bring
a
few
bottles
home
with
you
,
my
friend
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
'll
need
help
in
getting
to
sleep
tonight
.
"
Michael
asked
the
man
,
"
Do
you
know
a
girl
with
her
hair
all
curly
?
Very
creamy
skin
,
very
big
eyes
,
very
dark
eyes
.
Do
you
know
a
girl
like
that
in
the
village
?
"
The
cafe
owner
said
curdy
,
"
No
.
I
do
n't
know
any
girl
like
that
.
"
He
vanished
from
the
terrace
into
his
cafe
.
The
three
men
drank
their
wine
slowly
,
finished
off
the
jug
and
called
for
more
.
The
owner
did
not
reappear
.
Fabrizzio
went
into
the
cafe
after
him
.
When
Fabrizzio
came
out
he
grimaced
and
said
to
Michael
,
"
Just
as
I
thought
,
it
's
his
daughter
we
were
talking
about
and
now
he
's
in
the
back
boiling
up
his
blood
to
do
us
a
mischief
.
I
think
we
'd
better
start
walking
toward
Corleone
.
"
Despite
his
months
on
the
island
Michael
still
could
not
get
used
to
the
Sicilian
touchiness
on
matters
of
sex
,
and
this
was
extreme
even
for
a
Sicilian
.
But
the
two
shepherds
seemed
to
take
it
as
a
matter
of
course
.
They
were
waiting
for
him
to
leave
.
Fabrizzio
said
,
"
The
old
bastard
mentioned
he
has
two
sons
,
big
tough
lads
that
he
has
only
to
whistle
up
.
Let
's
get
going
.
"
Michael
gave
him
a
cold
stare
.
Up
to
now
he
had
been
a
quiet
,
gentle
young
man
,
a
typical
American
,
except
that
since
he
was
hiding
in
Sicily
he
must
have
done
something
manly
.
This
was
the
first
time
the
shepherds
had
seen
the
Corleone
stare
.
Don
Tommasino
,
knowing
Michael
's
true
identity
and
deed
,
had
always
been
wary
of
him
,
treating
him
as
a
fellow
"
man
of
respect
.
"
But
these
unsophisticated
sheep
herders
had
come
to
their
own
opinion
of
Michael
,
and
not
a
wise
one
.
The
cold
look
,
Michael
's
rigid
white
face
,
his
anger
that
came
off
him
like
cold
smoke
off
ice
,
sobered
their
laughter
and
snuffed
out
their
familiar
friendliness
.
When
he
saw
he
had
their
proper
,
respectful
attention
Michael
said
to
them
,
"
Get
that
man
out
here
to
me
.
"
They
did
n't
hesitate
.
They
shouldered
their
luparas
and
went
into
the
dark
coolness
of
the
cafe
.
A
few
seconds
later
they
reappeared
with
the
cafe
owner
between
them
.
The
stubby
man
looked
in
no
way
frightened
but
his
anger
had
a
certain
wariness
about
it
.
Michael
leaned
back
in
his
chair
and
studied
the
man
for
a
moment
.
Then
he
said
very
quietly
,
"
I
understand
I
've
offended
you
by
talking
about
your
daughter
.
I
offer
you
my
apologies
,
I
'm
a
stranger
in
this
country
,
i
do
n't
know
the
customs
that
well
.
Let
me
say
this
.
I
meant
no
disrespect
to
you
or
her
.
"
The
shepherd
bodyguards
were
impressed
.
Michael
's
voice
had
never
sounded
like
this
before
when
speaking
to
them
.
There
was
command
and
authority
in
it
though
he
was
making
an
apology
.
