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Brasi
's
brutal
face
looked
almost
like
that
of
a
madman
that
night
,
he
was
obviously
in
the
grip
of
some
demon
.
She
tried
to
protest
that
she
attended
only
women
whose
history
she
knew
but
he
shoved
a
handful
of
green
dollars
in
her
hand
and
ordered
her
roughly
to
come
along
with
him
.
She
was
too
frightened
to
refuse
.
In
the
street
was
a
Ford
,
its
driver
of
the
same
feather
as
Luca
Brasi
.
The
drive
was
no
more
than
thirty
minutes
to
a
small
frame
house
in
Long
Island
City
right
over
the
bridge
.
A
two-family
house
but
obviously
now
tenanted
only
by
Brasi
and
his
gang
.
For
there
were
some
other
ruffians
in
the
kitchen
playing
cards
and
drinking
.
Brasi
took
Filomena
up
the
stairs
to
a
bedroom
.
In
the
bed
was
a
young
pretty
girl
who
looked
Irish
,
her
face
painted
,
her
hair
red
;
and
with
a
belly
swollen
like
a
sow
.
The
poor
girl
was
so
frightened
.
When
she
saw
Brasi
she
turned
her
head
away
in
terror
,
yes
terror
,
and
indeed
the
look
of
hatred
on
Brasi
's
evil
face
was
the
most
frightening
thing
she
had
ever
seen
in
her
life
.
(
Here
Filomena
crossed
herself
again
.
)
To
make
a
long
story
short
,
Brasi
left
the
room
.
Two
of
his
men
assisted
the
midwife
and
the
baby
was
born
,
the
mother
was
exhausted
and
went
into
a
deep
sleep
.
Brasi
was
summoned
and
Filomena
,
who
had
wrapped
the
newborn
child
in
an
extra
blanket
,
extended
the
bundle
to
him
and
said
,
"
If
you
're
the
father
,
take
her
.
My
work
is
finished
.
"
Brasi
glared
at
her
,
malevolent
,
insanity
stamped
on
his
face
.
"
Yes
,
I
'm
the
father
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
I
do
n't
want
any
of
that
race
to
live
.
Take
it
down
to
the
basement
and
throw
it
into
the
furnace
.
"
For
a
moment
Filomena
thought
she
had
not
understood
him
properly
.
She
was
puzzled
by
his
use
of
the
word
"
race
.
"
Did
he
mean
because
the
girl
was
not
Italian
?
Or
did
he
mean
because
the
girl
was
obviously
of
the
lowest
type
;
a
whore
in
short
?
Or
did
he
mean
that
anything
springing
from
his
loins
he
forbade
to
live
.
And
then
she
was
sure
he
was
making
a
brutal
joke
.
She
said
shortly
,
"
It
's
your
child
,
do
what
you
want
.
"
And
she
tried
to
hand
him
the
bundle
.
At
this
time
the
exhausted
mother
awoke
and
turned
on
her
side
to
face
them
.
She
was
just
in
time
to
see
Brasi
thrust
violently
at
the
bundle
,
crushing
the
newborn
infant
against
Filomena
's
chest
.
She
called
out
weakly
,
"
Luc
,
Luc
,
I
'm
sorry
,
"
and
Brasi
turned
to
face
her
.
It
was
terrible
,
Filomena
said
now
.
So
terrible
.
They
were
like
two
mad
animals
.
They
were
not
human
.
The
hatred
they
bore
each
other
blazed
through
the
room
.
Nothing
else
,
not
even
the
newborn
infant
,
existed
for
them
at
that
moment
.
And
yet
there
was
a
strange
passion
.
A
bloody
,
demonical
lust
so
unnatural
you
knew
they
were
damned
forever
.
Then
Luca
Brasi
turned
back
to
Filomena
and
said
harshly
,
"
Do
what
tell
you
,
I
'll
make
you
rich
.
"
Filomena
could
not
speak
in
her
terror
.
She
shook
her
head
.
Finally
she
managed
to
whisper
,
"
You
do
it
,
you
're
the
father
,
do
it
if
you
like
.
"
But
Brasi
did
n't
answer
.
Instead
he
drew
a
knife
from
inside
his
shirt
.
"
I
'll
cut
your
throat
,
"
he
said
.
She
must
have
gone
into
shock
then
because
the
next
thing
she
remembered
they
were
all
standing
in
the
basement
of
the
house
in
front
of
a
square
iron
furnace
.
Filomena
was
still
holding
the
blanketed
baby
,
which
had
not
made
a
sound
.
(
Maybe
if
it
had
cried
,
maybe
if
I
had
been
shrewd
enough
to
pinch
it
,
Filomena
said
,
that
monster
would
have
shown
mercy
.
)
