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By
Sunday
,
Michael
had
an
Alfa
Romeo
,
battered
but
serviceable
.
He
had
also
made
a
bus
trip
to
Palermo
to
buy
presents
for
the
girl
and
her
family
.
He
had
learned
that
the
girl
's
name
was
Apollonia
and
every
night
he
thought
of
her
lovely
face
and
her
lovely
name
.
He
had
to
drink
a
good
deal
of
wine
to
get
some
sleep
and
orders
were
given
to
the
old
women
servants
in
the
house
to
leave
a
chilled
bottle
at
his
bedside
.
He
drank
.
it
empty
every
night
.
On
Sunday
,
to
the
tolling
of
church
bells
that
covered
all
of
Sicily
,
he
drove
the
Alfa
Romeo
to
the
village
and
parked
it
just
outside
the
cafe
.
Calo
and
Fabrizzio
were
in
the
back
seat
with
their
luparas
and
Michael
told
them
they
were
to
wait
in
the
cafe
,
they
were
not
to
come
to
the
house
.
The
cafe
was
closed
but
Vitelli
was
there
waiting
for
them
,
leaning
against
the
railing
of
his
empty
terrace
.
They
shook
hands
all
around
and
Michael
took
the
three
packages
,
the
presents
,
and
trudged
up
the
hill
with
Vitelli
to
his
home
.
This
proved
to
be
larger
than
the
usual
village
hut
,
the
Vitellis
were
not
poverty-stricken
.
Inside
the
house
was
familiar
with
statues
of
the
Madonna
entombed
in
glass
,
votive
lights
flickering
redly
at
their
feet
.
The
two
sons
were
waiting
,
also
dressed
in
their
Sunday
black
.
They
were
two
sturdy
young
men
just
out
of
their
teens
but
liking
older
because
of
their
hard
work
on
the
farm
.
The
mother
was
a
vigorous
woman
,
as
stout
as
her
husband
.
There
was
no
sign
of
the
girl
.
After
the
introductions
,
which
Michael
did
not
even
hear
,
they
sat
in
the
room
that
might
possibly
have
been
a
living
room
or
just
as
easily
the
formal
dining
room
.
It
was
cluttered
with
all
kinds
of
furniture
and
not
very
large
but
for
Sicily
it
was
middle-class
splendor
.
Michael
gave
Signor
Vitelli
and
Signora
Vitelli
their
presents
.
For
the
father
it
was
a
gold
cigar-cutter
,
for
the
mother
a
bolt
of
the
finest
cloth
purchasable
in
Palermo
.
He
still
had
one
package
for
the
girl
.
His
presents
were
received
with
reserved
thanks
.
The
gifts
were
a
little
too
premature
,
he
should
not
have
given
anything
until
his
second
visit
.
The
father
said
to
him
,
in
man-to-man
country
fashion
,
"
Do
n't
think
we
're
so
of
no
account
to
welcome
strangers
into
our
house
so
easily
.
But
Don
Tommasino
vouched
for
you
personally
and
nobody
in
this
province
would
ever
doubt
the
word
of
that
good
man
.
And
so
we
make
you
welcome
.
But
I
must
tell
you
that
if
your
intentions
are
serious
about
my
daughter
,
we
will
have
to
know
a
little
more
about
you
and
your
family
.
You
can
understand
,
your
family
is
from
this
country
.
"
Michael
nodded
and
said
politely
,
"
I
will
tell
you
anything
you
wish
to
know
anytime
.
"
Signor
Vitelli
held
up
a
hand
.
"
I
'm
not
a
nosy
man
.
Let
's
see
if
it
's
necessary
first
.
Right
now
you
're
welcome
in
my
house
as
a
friend
of
Don
Tommasino
.
"
Despite
the
drug
painted
inside
his
nose
,
Michael
actually
smelled
the
girl
's
presence
in
the
room
.
He
turned
and
she
was
standing
in
the
arched
doorway
that
led
to
the
back
of
the
house
.
