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The
night
before
,
Don
Tommasino
had
sat
with
Michael
in
the
garden
after
Apollonia
had
gone
to
bed
.
The
Don
had
been
worried
and
tired
,
and
admitted
that
he
was
concerned
about
Michael
's
safety
.
"
Your
marriage
brought
you
into
sight
,
"
he
told
Michael
:
"
I
'm
surprised
your
father
has
n't
made
arrangements
for
you
to
go
someplace
else
.
In
any
case
I
'm
having
my
own
troubles
with
the
young
Turks
in
Palermo
.
I
've
offered
some
fair
arrangements
so
that
they
can
wet
their
beaks
more
than
they
deserve
,
but
those
scum
want
everything
.
I
ca
n't
understand
their
attitude
.
They
've
tried
a
few
little
tricks
but
I
'm
not
so
easy
to
kill
.
They
must
know
I
'm
too
strong
for
them
to
hold
me
so
cheaply
.
But
that
's
the
trouble
with
young
people
,
no
matter
how
talented
.
They
do
n't
reason
things
out
and
they
want
all
the
water
in
the
well
.
"
And
then
Don
Tommasino
had
told
Michael
that
the
two
shepherds
,
Fabrizzio
and
Calo
,
would
go
with
him
as
bodyguards
in
the
Alfa
Romeo
.
Don
Tommasino
would
say
his
good-byes
tonight
since
he
would
be
off
early
in
the
morning
,
at
dawn
,
to
see
to
his
affairs
in
Palermo
.
Also
,
Michael
was
not
to
tell
Dr.
Taza
about
the
move
,
since
the
doctor
planned
to
spend
the
evening
in
Palermo
and
might
blab
.
Michael
had
known
Don
Tommasino
was
in
trouble
.
Armed
guards
patrolled
the
walls
of
the
villa
at
night
and
a
few
faithful
shepherds
with
their
luparas
were
always
in
the
house
.
Don
Tommasino
himself
went
heavily
armed
and
a
personal
bodyguard
attended
him
at
all
times
.
The
morning
sun
was
now
too
strong
.
Michael
stubbed
out
his
cigarette
and
put
on
work
pants
,
work
shirt
and
the
peaked
cap
most
Sicilian
men
wore
.
Still
barefooted
,
he
leaned
out
his
bedroom
window
and
saw
Fabrizzio
sitting
in
one
of
the
garden
chairs
.
Fabrizzio
was
lazily
combing
his
thick
dark
hair
,
his
lupara
was
carelessly
thrown
acres
the
garden
table
.
Michael
whistled
and
Fabrizzio
looked
up
to
his
window
.
"
Get
the
car
,
"
Michael
called
down
to
him
.
"
I
'll
be
leaving
in
five
minutes
.
Where
's
Calo
?
"
Fabrizzio
stood
up
.
His
shirt
was
open
,
exposing
the
blue
and
red
lines
of
the
tattoo
on
his
chest
.
"
Calo
is
having
a
cup
of
coffee
in
the
kitchen
,
"
Fabrizzio
said
.
"
Is
your
wife
coming
with
you
?
"
Michael
squinted
down
at
him
.
It
occurred
to
him
that
Fabrizzio
had
been
following
Apollonia
too
much
with
his
eyes
the
last
few
weeks
.
Not
that
he
would
dare
ever
to
make
an
advance
toward
the
wife
of
a
friend
of
the
Don
's
.
In
Sicily
there
was
no
surerroad
to
death
.
Michael
said
coldly
,
"
No
,
she
's
going
home
to
her
family
first
,
she
'll
join
us
in
a
few
days
.
"
He
watched
Fabrizzio
hurry
into
the
stone
hut
that
served
as
a
garage
for
the
Alfa
Romeo
.
Michael
went
down
the
hall
to
wash
.
Apollonia
was
gone
.
She
was
most
likely
in
the
kitchen
preparing
his
breakfast
with
her
own
hands
to
wash
out
the
guilt
she
felt
because
she
wanted
to
see
her
family
one
more
time
before
going
so
far
away
to
the
other
end
of
Sicily
.
Don
Tommasino
would
arrange
transportation
for
her
to
where
Michael
would
be
.
