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"
Let
me
look
at
you
a
minute
and
I
'll
put
the
light
out
,
"
Dr
,
.
Taza
said
gently
.
He
was
busy
shining
a
small
pencil
flashlight
into
Michael
's
eyes
.
"
You
'll
be
all
right
,
"
Dr.
Taza
said
and
turned
to
someone
else
in
the
room
.
"
You
can
speak
to
him
.
"
It
was
Don
Tommasino
sitting
on
a
chair
near
his
bed
,
Michael
could
see
him
clearly
now
.
Don
Tommasino
was
saying
,
"
Michael
,
Michael
,
can
I
talk
to
you
?
Do
you
want
to
rest
?
"
It
was
easier
to
raise
a
hand
to
make
a
gesture
and
Michael
did
so
and
Don
Tommasino
said
,
"
Did
Fabrizzio
bring
the
car
from
the
garage
?
"
Michael
,
without
knowing
he
did
so
,
smiled
.
It
was
in
some
strange
way
,
a
chilling
smile
,
of
assent
.
Don
Tommasino
said
,
"
Fabrizzio
has
vanished
.
Listen
to
me
,
Michael
.
You
've
been
unconscious
for
nearly
a
week
.
Do
you
understand
?
Everybody
thinks
you
're
dead
,
so
you
're
safe
now
,
they
've
stopped
looking
for
you
.
I
've
sent
messages
to
your
father
and
he
's
sent
back
instructions
.
It
wo
n't
be
long
now
,
you
'll
be
back
in
America
.
Meanwhile
you
'll
rest
here
quietly
.
You
're
safe
up
in
the
mountains
,
in
a
special
farmhouse
I
own
.
The
Palermo
people
have
made
their
peace
with
me
now
that
you
're
supposed
to
be
dead
,
so
it
was
you
they
were
after
all
the
time
.
They
wanted
to
kill
you
while
making
people
think
it
was
me
they
were
after
.
That
's
something
you
should
know
.
As
for
everything
else
,
leave
it
all
to
me
.
You
recover
your
strength
and
be
tranquil
.
"
Michael
was
remembering
everything
now
.
He
knew
his
wife
was
dead
,
that
Calo
was
dead
.
He
thought
of
the
old
woman
in
the
kitchen
.
He
could
n't
remember
if
she
had
come
outside
with
him
.
He
whispered
,
"
Filomena
?
"
Don
Tommasino
said
quietly
,
"
She
was
n't
hurt
,
just
a
bloody
nose
from
the
blast
.
Do
n't
worry
about
her
.
"
Michael
said
,
"
Fabrizzio
.
Let
your
shepherds
know
that
the
one
who
gives
me
Fabrizzio
will
own
the
finest
pastures
in
Sicily
.
"
Both
men
seemed
to
sigh
with
relief
.
Don
Tontmasino
lifted
a
glass
from
a
nearby
table
and
drank
from
it
an
amber
fluid
that
jolted
his
head
up
.
Dr.
Taza
sat
on
the
bed
and
said
almost
absently
,
"
You
know
,
you
're
a
widower
.
That
's
rare
in
Sicily
.
"
As
if
the
distinction
might
comfort
him
.
Michael
motioned
to
Don
Tommasino
to
lean
closer
.
The
Don
sat
on
the
bed
and
bent
his
head
.
"
Tell
my
father
to
get
me
home
,
"
Michael
said
.
"
Tell
my
father
I
wish
to
be
his
son
.
"
But
it
was
to
be
another
month
before
Michael
recovered
from
his
injuries
and
another
two
months
after
that
before
all
the
necessary
papers
and
arrangements
were
ready
.
Then
he
was
flown
from
Palermo
to
Rome
and
from
Rome
to
New
York
.
In
all
that
time
no
trace
had
been
found
of
Fabrizzio
.
