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Down
in
the
kitchen
the
old
woman
Filomena
brought
him
his
coffee
and
shyly
bid
him
a
good
bye
.
'
I
'll
remember
you
to
my
father
,
"
Michael
said
and
she
nodded
.
Calo
came
into
the
kitchen
and
said
to
Michael
,
"
The
car
's
outside
,
shall
I
get
your
bag
?
"
"
No
,
I
'll
get
it
,
"
Michael
said
.
"
Where
's
Apolla
?
"
Calo
's
face
broke
into
an
amused
grin
.
"
She
's
sitting
in
the
driver
's
seat
of
the
car
,
dying
to
step
on
the
gas
.
She
'll
be
a
real
American
woman
before
she
gets
to
America
.
"
It
was
unheard
of
for
one
of
the
peasant
women
in
Sicily
to
attempt
driving
a
car
.
But
Michael
sometimes
let
Apollonia
guide
the
Alfa
Romeo
around
the
inside
of
the
villa
walls
,
always
beside
her
however
because
she
sometimes
stepped
on
the
gas
when
she
meant
to
step
on
the
brake
.
Michael
said
to
Calo
,
"
Get
Fabrizzio
and
wait
for
me
in
the
car
.
"
He
went
out
of
the
kitchen
and
ran
up
the
stairs
to
the
bedroom
.
His
bag
was
already
packed
.
Before
picking
it
up
he
looked
out
the
window
and
saw
the
car
parked
in
front
of
the
portico
steps
rather
than
the
kitchen
entrance
.
Apollonia
was
sitting
in
the
car
,
her
hands
on
the
wheel
like
a
child
playing
.
Calo
was
just
putting
the
lunch
basket
in
the
rear
seat
.
And
then
Michael
was
annoyed
to
see
Fabrizzio
disappearing
through
the
gates
of
the
villa
on
some
errand
outside
.
What
the
hell
was
he
doing
?
He
saw
Fabrizzio
take
a
look
over
his
shoulder
,
a
look
that
was
somehow
furtive
.
He
'd
have
to
straighten
that
damn
shepherd
out
.
Michael
went
down
the
stairs
and
decided
to
go
through
the
kitchen
to
see
Filomena
again
and
give
her
a
final
farewell
.
He
asked
the
old
woman
,
"
Is
Dr.
Taza
still
sleeping
?
"
Filomena
's
wrinkled
face
was
sly
.
"
Old
roosters
ca
n't
greet
the
sun
.
The
doctor
went
to
Palermo
last
night
.
"
Michael
laughed
.
He
went
out
the
kitchen
entrance
and
the
smell
of
lemon
blossoms
penetrated
even
his
sinus-filled
nose
.
He
saw
Apollonia
wave
to
him
from
the
car
just
ten
paces
up
the
villa
's
driveway
and
then
he
realized
she
was
motioning
him
to
stay
where
he
was
,
that
she
meant
to
drive
the
car
to
where
he
stood
.
Calo
stood
grinning
beside
the
car
,
his
lupara
dangling
in
his
hand
.
But
there
was
still
no
sign
of
Fabrizzio
.
At
that
moment
;
without
any
conscious
reasoning
process
,
everything
came
together
in
his
mind
,
and
Michael
shouted
to
the
girl
,
"
No
!
No
!
"
But
his
shout
was
drowned
in
the
roar
of
the
tremendous
explosion
as
Apollonia
switched
on
the
ignition
.
The
kitchen
door
shattered
into
fragments
and
Michael
was
hurled
along
the
wall
of
the
villa
for
a
good
ten
feet
.
Stones
tumbling
from
the
villa
roof
hit
him
on
the
shoulders
and
one
glanced
off
his
skull
as
he
was
lying
on
the
ground
.
He
was
conscious
just
long
enough
to
see
that
nothing
remained
of
the
Alfa
Romeo
but
its
four
wheels
and
the
steel
shafts
which
held
them
together
.
He
came
to
consciousness
in
a
room
that
seemed
very
dark
and
heard
voices
that
were
so
low
that
they
were
pure
sound
rather
than
words
.
Out
of
animal
instinct
he
tried
to
pretend
he
was
still
unconscious
but
the
voices
stopped
and
someone
was
leaning
from
a
chair
close
to
his
bed
and
the
voice
was
distinct
now
,
saying
,
"
Well
,
he
's
with
us
finally
.
"
A
lamp
went
on
,
its
light
like
white
fire
on
his
eyeballs
and
Michael
turned
his
head
.
It
felt
very
heavy
,
numb
.
And
then
he
could
see
the
face
over
his
bed
was
that
of
Dr.
Taza
.
