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One
night
in
the
garden
an
old
village
woman
who
worked
in
the
house
as
a
servant
brought
a
dish
of
fresh
olives
and
then
turned
to
Michael
and
said
,
"
Is
it
true
what
everybody
is
saying
that
you
are
the
son
of
Don
Corleone
in
New
York
City
,
the
Godfather
?
"
Michael
saw
Don
Tommasino
shaking
his
head
in
disgust
at
the
general
knowledge
of
their
secret
.
But
the
old
crone
was
looking
at
him
in
so
concerned
a
fashion
,
as
if
it
was
important
for
her
to
know
the
truth
,
that
Michael
nodded
.
"
Do
you
know
my
father
?
"
he
asked
.
The
woman
's
name
was
Filomena
and
her
face
was
as
wrinkled
and
brown
as
a
walnut
,
her
brown-stained
teeth
showing
through
the
shell
of
her
flesh
.
For
the
first
time
since
he
had
been
in
the
villa
she
smiled
at
him
.
"
The
Godfather
saved
my
life
once
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
my
brains
too
.
"
She
made
a
gesture
toward
her
head
.
She
obviously
wanted
to
say
something
else
so
Michael
smiled
to
encourage
her
.
She
asked
almost
fearfully
,
"
Is
it
true
that
Luca
Brasi
is
dead
?
"
Michael
nodded
again
and
was
surprised
at
the
look
of
release
on
the
old
woman
's
face
.
Filomena
crossed
herself
and
said
,
"
God
forgive
me
,
but
may
his
soul
roast
in
hell
for
eternity
.
"
Michael
remembered
his
old
curiosity
about
Brasi
,
and
had
the
sudden
intuition
that
this
woman
knew
the
story
Hagen
and
Sonny
had
refused
to
tell
him
.
He
poured
the
woman
a
glass
of
wine
and
made
her
sit
down
.
"
Tell
me
about
my
father
and
Luca
Brasi
,
"
he
said
gently
.
"
I
know
some
of
it
,
but
how
did
they
become
friends
and
why
was
Brasi
so
devoted
to
my
father
?
Do
n't
be
afraid
,
come
tell
me
.
"
Filomena
's
wrinkled
face
,
her
raisin-black
eyes
,
turned
to
Don
Tommasino
,
who
in
some
way
signaled
his
permission
.
And
so
Filomena
passed
the
evening
for
them
by
telling
her
story
.
Thirty
years
before
,
Filomena
had
been
a
midwife
in
New
York
City
,
on
Tenth
Avenue
,
servicing
the
Italian
colony
.
The
women
were
always
pregnant
and
she
prospered
.
She
taught
doctors
a
few
things
when
they
tried
to
interfere
in
a
difficult
birth
.
Her
husband
was
then
a
prosperous
grocery
store
owner
,
dead
now
poor
soul
,
she
blessed
him
,
though
he
had
been
a
card
player
and
wencher
who
never
thought
to
put
aside
for
hard
times
.
In
any
event
one
cursed
night
thirty
years
ago
when
all
honest
people
were
long
in
their
beds
,
there
came
a
knocking
on
Filomena
's
door
.
She
was
by
no
means
frightened
,
it
was
the
quiet
hour
babes
prudently
chose
to
enter
safely
into
this
sinful
world
,
and
so
she
dressed
and
opened
the
door
.
Outside
it
was
Luca
Brasi
whose
reputation
even
then
was
fearsome
.
It
was
known
also
that
he
was
a
bachelor
.
And
so
Filomena
was
immediately
frightened
.
She
thought
he
had
come
to
do
her
husband
harm
,
that
perhaps
her
husband
had
foolishly
refusal
Brasi
some
small
favor
.
But
Brasi
had
come
on
the
usual
errand
.
He
told
Filomena
that
there
was
a
woman
about
to
give
birth
,
that
the
house
was
out
of
the
neighborhood
some
distance
away
and
that
she
was
to
come
with
him
.
Filomena
immediately
sensed
something
amiss
.
